The newly awakened group looked around the room. They wandered around until Dawn squealed.

"I know where we are!" she cried. "We're in the movie, Clue. This is the study."

Giles walked to a table and sighed. "She's correct. Here are the weapons."

Willow began bouncing on her toes. "Oooo! Can I be Miss Scarlet?"

Tara placed a gentle hand on her back.

Buffy walked to Giles' side and looked at the contents of the table: stakes, a baseball bat, spell ingredients, Olaf's troll hammer, a gun, a crossbow, and a battle-axe.

"Well, whoever brought us here knows what we do," Buffy said.

The others moved closer to Giles and Buffy and picked up the instruments.

Willow immediately slipped the spell ingredients into her pocket, while Xander hefted the hammer.

"Huh, this was heavier before," Xander remarked.

Anya grabbed the sword and made a few experimental moves with it. "It feels right, holding this."

As Dawn's hand moved to the crossbow, Buffy stopped her. Seeing that there were bolts in it, she told Dawn, "Not on your life."

Dawn glared at her sister, "Yeah sure. Keep the kid away from the cool toys."

Buffy returned the glare and raised an eyebrow. "Don't start."

Turning from her sister, Buffy reached for the table at the same time as Giles. Buffy slid the stake up her sleeve, while Giles swung the bat.

"Someone has a peculiar sense of humor," Giles said.

Buffy looked at Giles holding the bat, a shudder running through her.

Giles laid a calming hand to her shoulder and squeezed. "Don't think of it, love."

Buffy nodded and placed her hand on his.

Her memories of how close she came to losing him that night were still enough to make her shudder. She truly meant it when she had told him that night that she needed him and couldn't do it without him. Of course, at the time, she had meant her job, slaying. Over the past year, dealing with her mom's death, Riley leaving, and fighting Glory, Buffy had come to realize that it wasn't just slaying, it was every aspect of her life. She and Giles had grown closer and their relationship had evolved. The teasing banter was still there, but it had taken on a note of flirting that wasn't there before. Buffy felt like they were on the verge of something new. Standing there, swimming in the memories of the night outside the warehouse, Buffy realized that she was looking forward to the new direction they were headed in. 'Let's just hope he feels the same,' she thought.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Buffy realized the others were still debating on weapons.

Seeing that the gun and battle-axe were left, Tara gently raised the gun. "I don't like guns. Anyone want to trade?" she asked before putting the gun in her pocket.

"Ok, we have one weapon left. Who's it for?" Buffy wondered as the answer to her question stumbled in the room.

Spike looked at the inhabitants of the room and grunted. "Should have known it would be you lot. Why'd you bring me here?"

"We didn't, Spike," Giles replied. "We are wondering the same thing ourselves."

Spike glanced around the room and settled his gaze on Willow.

"Have you been makin' with the mojo?"

"No! It wasn't me. I was asleep. I promise!" she cried defiantly.

"We know, Will," Buffy said, sending a gentle smile to her friend. "We were all asleep, watching this movie. We woke up and here we are."

Xander, looking spooked, started peering behind curtains and furniture.

"Xander, what ever are you doing?" Giles asked.

"Looking for the cheese guy. He's here somewhere. He's gotta be."

Xander continued around the room until he stumbled behind the desk.

"Uh, Giles, you might want to come here."

Giles and Buffy walked to Xander. Buffy shivered when she looked down. Dropping the bat, Giles gasped. "Dear Lord, it can't be!"

"Well, it is. Who woke up first? Xander replied.

"I did," Giles told him, as the others moved closer to the desk.

"Keep Dawn back, Spike," Buffy ordered.

"Why? I want to see. Is it really nasty, all gore and pus and stuff?" Dawn enthused, as Spike laid a restraining arm across her shoulder.

"No, can't be. I can't smell the blood, or anything else for that matter," Spike said.

Buffy took a deep breath and agreed. "Me either."

Tara and Willow looked quickly away from the body and held each other tightly.

A broken, bloody figure lay at unnatural angles. It had been repeatedly attacked with various instruments. Pieces of flesh were missing and different objects protruded from the remains. Blood stained the surrounding carpet.

Giles bent to run a finger through the blood and pulled his hand back. Everyone gasped when his hand remained clean.

"This is not natural. No smells, no actual blood. This reeks of a bad joke." Giles said.

The curiosity finally got the better of Anya. She looked at the others and said. "Ok, this isn't real. The body is here, but not really hurt. But, what I want to know is, who is it?"

Giles glanced at her before returning to the body.

"It's… she was… Jenny Calendar."

Buffy drew away from Giles. "Uh, Giles, that's not Jenny. It's my old boyfriend, Ford."

Willow looked askance at them. "What body are you looking at? I see the vampire me."

Xander rolled his eyes. "Guys, it's Jesse! You see it, don't you?" he asked, looking at Anya.

"I see a body. No face, just a body," Anya told him.

"Same here," Tara said. Spike and Dawn nodded their agreement with Tara.

"We are all seeing someone different," Giles replied. "Why is that?"

"Duh! Last year, the spell, work with me British man!" Xander cried.

"Of course, that has to be it. They weren't there so most of the influence of the spell must be concentrated on us four," Giles told them, as his eyes moved from Buffy to Willow to Xander. "And don't call me that."

"Ok, good. But how do we get out of here?" Buffy asked.

"Solve the murder, would be my guess," Willow said.

"And how do we go about that? That body or whatever it is was ripped to pieces," Spike snorted.

"Look for clues, like in the game," Tara replied.

"Bravo, miss. I wondered when you would figure it out," a new voice told the group.

Everyone turned to the voice in the doorway. Xander jumped and hid behind Anya. "I knew it! I knew you would be here somewhere!"

In the doorway, a small man stood gazing at the people.

"Buffy," Dawn said sidling closer to her sister, "Who is that?"

"Listen, pal. You gave me nightmares for weeks last time you popped up," Buffy exclaimed. She turned to Dawn and said, "That's the Cheeseman."