They didn't make an appearance at dinner, but none of the other Scoobies were surprised. The girls finally managed to drag themselves apart in time for Tara to make good on her promise of breakfast the next morning. Their friends joined them as the blonde was putting the finishing touches on their meal.

"Good to see you guys this morning," Dawn commented with a grin. "You must be hungry."

Tara shot her a chiding look. "Good morning, Dawnie." The blonde put the last of the food on the table and sat down beside Willow, taking her hand under the table. "Let's eat."

They ate slowly, none of them eager to get on with the rest of their day.

"Can we go with you to the airport?" Dawn asked around a mouthful of food. She looked at her sister. "Do you even have time for that?"

Buffy nodded. "Yeah, Faith's handling training again." She glanced at her Watcher. "Do you want to come with us?"

He shook his head. "I think I'll be more useful researching." He glanced at Willow and Xander. "I'll say my goodbyes here. We'll be in touch while you're away." He pulled a card out of his pocket. "I picked this up while we were out yesterday. It's an international phone card. We don't have the proper plans on our mobile phones so with this it won't cost us a small fortune for you to stay in communication." He handed the card over to Xander.

"Thanks, Giles. This is great," Willow said, smiling at him gratefully.

He nodded. "You're welcome. Thank you two for helping with the castle."

Xander shrugged. "No problem. We get a vacation in Scotland and don't have to deal with the slayers." He glanced at Buffy with a grin. "Sorry, Buffy."

The Slayer rolled her eyes. "Thanks so much, Xander. Soon enough they might be swarming all over your little vacation."

They finished eating and Xander and Willow finished packing. They loaded their bags into Angel's car, Xander taking the keys. Buffy sat in the front with him and the other girls climbed into the back seat. They parked in short term parking at the airport, checking their bags.

Buffy, Dawn, and Tara couldn't go past the metal detectors so they stopped to say goodbye there. Dawn hugged Xander first. "You guys have fun. Get me a souvenir." She stepped back, pointing at him. "And don't get man-bitched."

Xander rolled his eyes. "We probably won't even see Dracula."

"I'll keep him out of trouble, Dawnie," Willow said, hugging the younger girl. "And don't say bitch. You're too young to start talking like that," she added, giving the younger girl a look.

Dawn rolled her eyes. "You guys say it, and you're not that much older than me," she argued.

Buffy hugged them next. "You guys be careful. Call if you need anything." She looked at her sister. "And don't say bitch, Dawn. We may not be that much older, but you still have to listen to us."

Willow smirked at the younger girl and nodded before turning her gaze to the Slayer. "We'll be fine, Buffy. It's not some dangerous mission, just visiting a castle," Willow assured her, hugging her best friend. "You guys be careful too. L.A.'s not the most peaceful city in the world," she said more quietly.

The Slayer nodded. "We're always careful," she reminded the witch seriously. "I'll take care of her," she whispered into Willow's hair.

Willow nodded, whispering back. "I know you will. Thank you."

Tara hugged Xander. "You guys have fun." She smiled teasingly. "And you watch your hands," she said mock-warningly. He grinned and lifted both of his hands, wiggling his fingers playfully.

Buffy released Willow, stepping back as Tara faced her lover. They hugged and kissed briefly, whispering to each other. Tara stepped back finally, holding one of Willow's hands.

"We'll call when we land," Willow promised, squeezing Tara's fingers and pulling her back in. The blonde nodded, smiling at her.

"Have a good flight." They kissed again. "I love you."

Willow smiled. "I love you too." They parted slowly and Xander and Willow started going through security, the redhead repeatedly glancing back over her shoulder to where Tara was staring back at her.

Buffy and Dawn stepped up on either side of Tara as their friends disappeared from sight, the Slayer putting a comforting hand on the blonde witch's shoulder. "It's just for a few days. She'll be back soon."

Tara nodded. "I know." She looked at the other girls. "I'm fine, guys. I promise."

Dawn smiled. "We know you're going to miss her. She misses you too. We're just going to help distract you so you're not all mopey and sad like the last time you were separated from her." Buffy immediately shot a look at her sister. "Um…I mean…" Dawn faltered, belatedly stopping her sentence.

Tara hushed her. "I know what you mean, Dawnie. I remember what happened." She smiled sincerely. "I actually wanted you guys to help me with some ring shopping. I want to find an engagement ring for Willow while she's gone."

Dawn grinned and squealed. "Yay! I'd love to come."

Buffy smiled. "Sure thing, Tara."

Xander bumped Willow with an elbow as they took their seats. "You okay, Will?"

She smiled genuinely at him. "Sure I am. Everyone assumes we're going to fall to pieces, but we're fine. We can be apart." She looked at him seriously. "How are you doing? We haven't really had time to talk since we decided I was coming with you."

He smirked. "Don't you mean since you told me you were coming with me?"

She shrugged, grinning. "However you want to describe it is fine with me. How are you doing, Xander?"

He smiled. "Doing better already, Will. Thanks."

They watched the in-flight movie quietly, sleeping for the rest of the time. They finally landed in Scotland after several layovers and wearily climbed into a taxi. While Xander gave the driver the address, Willow used the phone card Giles had given them and Xander's cell phone to call home.

Buffy answered her phone immediately. "Hey, you guys make it okay?"

"Yeah, we're in the taxi on the way to the castle. This place is kind of out of the way. It's going to cost a fortune to drive out here." She paused. "But that should be helpful for us, you know, if we end up staying here."

"How are you going to get out of there if you're taking a taxi?" Buffy asked.

Willow frowned. "Actually, that's a good question. Xander, how are we leaving the castle if we need to go somewhere? We don't have a car or anything."

He looked uncomfortable. "Um…there are horses there. I'm sorry, Will. I know you hate them."

Willow gaped at him in horror. "I won't be leaving the castle," she said into the phone.

Buffy laughed. "Horses aren't so bad, Will. You can handle horses."

"We'll figure something out, Will," Xander promised. He raised his voice so the Slayer could hear him clearly. "Quick, hand the phone to Tara before she kills me." He could hear Buffy's laughter through the speaker. "I wasn't kidding!"

Buffy handed the phone off to Tara, still laughing. "Xander needs you to talk to Willow."

She quickly put it up to her ear. "Baby, you okay?" She heard her lover take a deep, shuddering breath. "Willow, talk to me, what is it?"

"Xander has us staying at a place where the only transportation out is horses. Horses, baby!" The redhead's voice was frantic and distracted.

Tara laughed despite herself, relieved that it wasn't something worse. "Sweetie, aww, baby. You can do this, horses are nothing to worry about. I promise. You just have to be confident and you'll be fine. They won't hurt you."

"You promise?" The witch's voice turned pitiful.

Tara smiled tenderly, rolling her eyes at Buffy's giggles. "Of course I do, love. You know I'd never tell you to do something that would get you hurt. I promise as long as you're firm and act confident they won't bother you. Then all you have to do is make sure and keep your feet out from under theirs."

Xander spoke up. "I think Dracula said something about leaving a motorcycle for me, maybe we could use that."

He could hear Tara's voice through the speaker as she raised her voice. "Motorcycle! Xander Harris, you better not put my girl on a motorcycle!"

Willow shot him a look and he snatched the phone. "Oh, we've got to go now. We'll call you back tomorrow," he said quickly into the phone. He didn't give her a chance to respond, snapping the phone shut.

She grinned at him, one eyebrow raised in question. "And I'm the one who's whipped?"

They finished the rest of their ride in silence, both tired from their long flight. They paid the cab driver and hauled their bags into the castle. It was set on a hill and in the predawn darkness Willow had some trouble finding the latch for the large wooden door. She finally found it, unlocking it with the key Xander had received from Dracula.

They were relieved to find that the electricity was working as they flipped the switch. Willow stared around her as they walked in. The entrance hall was huge, stairs running along the right hand wall. There were doors along the left hand wall and Xander noticed a piece of paper pinned to the inside of the door they'd entered through. He shut and locked the door behind them, making sure it was closed securely before he grabbed the paper.

Willow was still staring around the room so Xander read aloud for her benefit. "Dracula said he had two of the rooms on this floor cleaned and fixed up with linens."

"How many rooms are on this floor?" the redhead asked curiously.

Xander shrugged. "I don't remember. We'll have to check out the blueprints in the morning. We should just call it a night for now. I'm beat."

She nodded as she yawned. "Agreed. Let's find these rooms."

The last doors they checked opened to reveal the cleaned bedrooms. Willow flopped happily onto a bed. "Remind me to apologize for everything I've said against Dracula."

Xander grinned. "He did well for us, that's for sure." He went into the next room and let out a loud whoop as he dropped into his own bed. "He did very well for us."

Willow poked her head into Xander's room. "We're going to have fun exploring this place tomorrow. I can't wait. Do we have anything specific we need to do, or is it just scoping it out and cleaning it up?"

He shrugged, glancing around the room. "We can just take a tour, try and figure out if this place will work for us."

Willow nodded, yawning. "Sounds good. I'm curious to see what this place looks like in the daylight," she commented as she returned to her room. Raising her voice, she called goodnight to Xander and got ready for bed.

It took the redhead several hours to fall asleep, unable to get comfortable alone. She finally dozed off, but didn't stay asleep long, waking up around ten the next morning. Xander's door was still closed so she wandered around the main floor. There were steps in the front room that went down into an underground cellar, a large room big enough for at least a few hundred people to gather with room to move. She walked back upstairs, greeting Xander as he came out of his room, pulling a t-shirt over his head.

"Good morning, Will." He straightened his eye patch. "You find anything good?"

"There's a giant room downstairs where the slayers can train. We'd have to fix it up, you know, add some storage for weapons, but it's definitely workable."

He grinned. "I can handle that. Let's take a look around the rest of this floor and we can see if Dracula maybe left something edible around here."

"I'll eat anything if it means I don't have to go anywhere on a horse," the witch commented, shuddering at the thought of the large animals.

Xander laughed. "If we end up staying here, Tara's really going to have to teach you how to ride…the horses," he added the last word as an afterthought, smirking at her.

Willow rolled her eyes, pointing a finger at him. "You've got a dirty mind," she commented before grinning. "But Tara taught me how to ride a long time ago." She patted him on the chest as she walked through the front room, leaving him gaping at her. He closed his mouth slowly, walking quickly to catch up.

They found a large kitchen on the ground floor and Willow was relieved to find a small amount of food. She tossed a pack of pop tarts to Xander and grabbed one for herself. He checked the appliances while he munched on his breakfast. He looked up at Willow from crouching in front of the oven. "You know, once you get used to quality breakfast, these toaster things really just taste like cardboard."

She grinned. "I know what you mean. At least all of this stuff seems to be in good shape. And this place is huge!"

He stood up. "Yeah, there's more than enough room in here to make food for however many girls we have here. Who is going to cook that food is another story entirely."

Willow grimaced. "I have the advantage of not being able to cook to get me out of that job. And if they think my Tara will cook for all of them, they're out of their minds."

"Jealous, Will?" He smirked, looking across the room at her as he tested the stove.

The redhead looked at him incredulously. "Of the slayers? Not a chance. I'm just not going to let a bunch of super-powered women run my girl ragged serving them."

He nodded. "That makes sense. Maybe we should look for somewhere in here that's separate from the slayers for the Scoobies to stay. I'm not looking forward to living with all of these women." Willow shot him a look, arching an eyebrow. "You know what I mean."

She nodded. "Yeah, it's not my idea of a picnic either."

They continued to explore, finding that there were twelve bedrooms on the main floor, each one large enough to fit two twin beds. There were half as many bathrooms, but each had a shower. There were two upper floors, each with a large suite in either wing, both with a central living room with five bedrooms off of it. In addition, there were more bedrooms on either wing of the castle.

"So this place definitely has enough rooms." Xander commented, sliding down a wall to sit on the floor. There was no furniture but there was plenty of space. "We could take one of the upstairs living room suites for the Scoobies and maybe let the other teachers live in the other one."

Willow nodded as she joined him. "I think this place will work great. We really need to thank Dracula for helping us find it. He really did us a big favor." She winced as she shifted her hips. "We might think about getting some really thick rugs for the bedrooms. This stone floor is cold and hurts my butt."

Xander grinned. "So we should call the cavalry? Let them know we have a home?"

Willow smiled back at him. "I think so. At least we can tell them it looks good. We should probably go take a walk outside, check out the property before we tell them to start packing though."

He stood up, pulling her to her feet and extending an arm to her. She curled her arm through his and grinned. "Let's take a walk then."

The castle included several acres of pastureland and a large barn. Willow stayed near the large doors as they entered the barn, well away from the stalls with horses in them. Xander laughed at her, petting several of the horses on the nose.

"Are they staying here if we buy this place?" she asked, glancing around the barn cautiously.

Xander shrugged. "The paperwork I was reading says the current owners are looking to get rid of all of it. So, yeah, probably." Willow frowned and he laughed. "Maybe we'll have to sell some of them for money, Will. Running this club isn't going to be cheap."

She cheered up. "That's a good idea. We can sell them. That would be helping the group and they'd be away from me."

"You might learn to like them, Will. I know Tara could help you. It might be fun."

She glanced uneasily around the barn. "We'll see what Buffy says. She's the boss."

He nodded, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket. "Speaking of our fearless leader, how about we give her a call? Do you have the phone card on you, or did we leave it back up at the castle?" He paused. "That sounds weird to say."

Willow grinned, turning her back on the barn. "I left it in the pants I was wearing last night. We'll have to go back up there. What time is it at home anyway?"

He glanced at his phone, doing the math. "They're eight hours behind us. So…it's…Will? What time is it there?"

"It's two in the afternoon here so it's six in the morning there. We might wait until later this afternoon to call them. They probably wouldn't appreciate the wake up call."

She turned back toward the barn, waiting for Xander to come out. She came back into the barn quickly when she heard him whoop loudly. "Xander!" she hissed anxiously. "Don't do that in here!" She looked around frantically at the horses. "What is it anyways?"

"I found the motorcycle Dracula mentioned," Xander said, pulling open one of the stall doors. Willow looked over his shoulder at it. "This thing is awesome." He stepped into the stall with it. There was a helmet hanging on the handlebars and a note stuck to the windscreen. He read it quietly, his face sobering.

Willow frowned, walking over to stand next to him. "What is it?"

Xander glanced over at her. "He sends condolences for Anya." His voice was thick. She stayed quiet, touching his arm gently. One of his hands dropped to touch the top of the bike. "I miss her, Will. I hate waking up everyday and knowing she's not going to be there when I roll over." Willow curled one arm around his shoulders and leaned her head against his arm, staying silent. "It was over, and we talked before she died, but it doesn't feel like she's gone, you know?"

The redhead took a deep, shuddering breath. "I know exactly what you mean."

He looked down at her. "How did you survive feeling like this?"

She smiled sadly. "I think it could be argued that I very much didn't survive it. I don't think mine is a good example of coping to follow."

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "You got better though. You moved on, right?"

She looked up at him. "I did get better, and you will too. It takes time, and a lot of days where you don't know how in the world you're going to be able to breath from the pain, much less get out of bed and function like a human." She took another deep breath. "The moving on takes longer, I'm afraid." She squeezed him into a hug. "It will get better though, I promise."

He smiled slowly, grief tainting it. "I believe you."

She returned his smile. "And I'll be with you the whole time. Anytime you need anything from me, you know you don't even have to ask."

"I know that." He swallowed and blinked, reaching up to adjust his eye patch. Looking down at the motorcycle quickly, he glanced back at Willow, eager to change the subject. "What do you say we take this thing for a ride?"

She took a step back quickly, looking from him to the bike. "I don't know about that Xander. Do you even know how to drive one of those things?"

He grinned at her. "Of course I do. I learned that summer after senior year, on my failed cross country trip. One of my jobs while I was trying to fix my car was delivering pizzas on a old scooter. I bet this thing handles much better." His look turned pleading. "Come on Will, just a short one. Once around the property?"

She eyed the motorcycle warily. "Pull it out of here and if you prove you can drive this thing we can go once around the grounds." She pointed a finger at him warningly. "But Tara might kill you if she finds out. She hates motorcycles like I hate horses."

He grinned. "Thanks, Will. I'll keep it quiet." He swung a leg over the bike, leaning it upright and moving the kickstand. Willow stepped closer to the wall to give him room to maneuver the bike out of the stall. He walked it out of the barn to avoid spooking the horses with the engine, not starting it until Willow had closed the barn doors behind them. He turned the key and the engine started with a roar.

He grinned and twisted the throttle, starting the bike moving. Willow lingered near the barn while Xander rode the bike around the large building, shifting smoothly. He brought it to a controlled stop in front of the redheaded witch, holding the helmet out to her. "Come on. It'll be fun. I promise." He shot her a look. "And I promise I won't crash and kill us."

She took the helmet finally, pushing it down onto her head and climbing up behind him on the bike. "I know it's not how you swing anymore, but you're going to have to hold onto me." He shot a grin at her over his shoulder. She slid her arms around his waist, pinching his stomach firmly as she did so. He yelped and rubbed at his skin with one hand, hearing her muffled laughter from inside the helmet.

He put the hand back on the bars and took them slowly down the hill toward the back of the property. They rode along the fence line, and once they had done a circuit of the perimeter, he turned the bike back to the castle and they drove around the base of the walls. He pulled up and stopped them when they found a door in the back wall.

They climbed off and Willow pulled the helmet off, Xander laughing at the effect it had had on her hair. She pushed at it with one hand, scowling at him. "If I keep riding that thing with you I'm going to have to figure out something else to do with my hair. This is not a good side effect," she commented, trying to brush it out with her fingers.

He grinned widely. "So you liked it? Told you you'd have fun."

She grinned back. "It was so fast! I loved it."

"I can teach you to drive it if you want," he offered as they walked up to the door.

Willow shook her head. "I liked riding and would love to keep doing that, but I don't know if teaching me to ride it by myself would be the best idea if you want Tara to not kill you."

Xander paused, thoughtful. "You're right. Maybe you could soften her up first."

She grinned. "And me as a biker chick is kind of a butch vibe that I don't really think I could pull off."

He rolled his eye. "The female mind is something that I will never understand." He fished his key from his pocket, sliding it into the lock on the door.

"Fortunately there will be hundreds here soon for you to study and learn from," she said with a sarcastic grin as he opened the door.

There were steps inside the room and they walked down slowly, trying not to trip in the dark. Xander found a light switch and they looked around.

"This is going to help," he commented. The room was full of swords and axes, all hanging neatly on the wall. The room was damp but none of the weapons seemed to be too much worse for the wear.

"We can make the rookies sharpen and polish them," Willow said with a grin.

Xander looked around at the room. "If we moved these racks upstairs to the training room, we could use this place to…I don't know…you could do magic stuff down here, or something."

She glanced around, wrinkling her nose. "I'm sure we'll find something to do with it."

They climbed up out of the room and Xander locked it up behind them. "Want to take another spin on the bike before we go back inside and call home?" Willow grinned and pushed the helmet back down on her head. He climbed on and she jumped up behind him. "Want to go faster this time?" The helmet bobbed up and down and he grinned as he started the bike. He took off slowly, building their speed gradually. He did another lap of the property and they pulled back up to the front door of the castle as the sun was going down.

Xander went to the kitchen to find something for them to eat while Willow went to get the phone card from her room. She grimaced as she noticed that all they had to eat were some frozen hamburgers.

"I'll do what I can with these, you call home and fill Buffy in." He slid his phone across the table to her and dropped two burger patties onto the pan.

The phone rang twice before the Slayer answered. "Hey guys, how's it going over there?" She sounded distracted and Willow could hear loud chattering in the background.

"It's going great. Did I call during lunch?"

"Yeah, sorry Will. We're getting ready to go back to training. I want to hear all about the castle though. Faith can handle it for a while."

Willow rolled her eyes. "The castle looks great, Buffy. There are probably seventy bedrooms and a giant room in the basement for training and there are two big suites that have private living rooms. We were thinking the Scoobies could live in one and we could let the senior slayers use the other one. Oh, and we found a room under the back of the castle that's full of weapons. And there's a giant kitchen on the main floor."

"That sounds great, Willow! So you guys think it will work for us?"

"Oh yeah, it should be perfect. How's the training going? Are they going to be ready to help with the new ones?"

"It should be good. We'll give them a few days to get settled into Scotland before we start bringing in the new ones though. Some time off will help all of us."

Willow grinned. "Sounds like a plan. So what do we have to do to finalize all of this? I'm pretty sure we can't afford this off your savings from the Doublemeat."

"I'll talk to Giles, he should be able to pull his Council strings to get everything legalized. Thanks for doing this, Will. I appreciate it."

"It's no trouble at all, Buff. It's been fun." She glanced at Xander at the stove, standing up and moving back into the front room. "Xander's doing a little better. We talked a little this afternoon. Dracula left him a motorcycle as a condolence and it kind of got him started talking."

"I'm glad to hear that. I've been worried about him. Let me know if there's anything I can do to help." Buffy said, relieved.

"Of course I will, Buffy. So, when do you think you guys will make it over here?" She was unable to resist asking.

The witch could hear her friend's smile through the phone. "Maybe another two days. We've got to have time to organize travel for fifteen people and we have to pack all of our stuff from the hotel. We're still finding things the girls who left forgot."

"Okay, well we'll get to work on cleaning. We're going to need some furniture too. There's no way for us to transport any around here either. All we have is Xander's motorcycle and the horses. Maybe I could magic some up for us," she mused, already trying to formulate a plan in her busy brain.

Buffy laughed. "I'm sure we can figure something out. Don't start conjuring up anything yet." Willow could hear another voice in the background. "Um Will, Tara wants to talk to you so I'm going to go train now. Bye."

Willow could hear the phone being handed off and her eyes slid closed as she heard Tara's voice bidding Buffy goodbye. "Hey, baby. I miss you. It took forever for me to fall asleep last night."

"I miss you too, Will. I didn't sleep good either. It's not the same without you beside me. I kept reaching for you and you weren't there and it would wake me up," Tara admitted. Neither girl spoke for several moments before Tara spoke again. "I don't want to use too much time so you can still call tomorrow, but I just wanted to tell you that I love you."

"I love you too, baby. Buffy said that you guys should be coming over here in a few days," Willow said excitedly.

"That's great, baby. I can't wait to see you." She paused. "We're kind of pathetic aren't we?"

Willow smiled. "I feel no shame about that. We've been separated for a year. Any single day past that is a day too many as far as I'm concerned."

"That sounds reasonable to me," the blonde responded and Willow could hear the smile in her lover's voice. "And after this we'll never have to be separated again, right?"

Willow shook her head despite the fact that Tara couldn't see her. "Nope. After this we'll get married and we'll be together so much you'll be sick of me," she said playfully.

Tara laughed and Willow felt her heart beat faster at the sound. "You might be surprised by how long it would take to make me sick of you, my love. I'm fairly certain it would take an eternity. "

"That sounds perfect to me," Willow said. "Not one day less than an eternity it is then," she declared happily.

Tara laughed again and Willow could hear noise in the background on Tara's end of the line and her lover's voice came back. "Willow, Dawn's here and I've got to go now. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Tara. Say hey to Dawnie for me. I'll see you soon. I love you," Willow said quietly.

"I love you too. Be careful."

They hung up the phone and Willow returned to the kitchen. Xander was pulling the burgers off the stove as she came in and she grabbed plates for them and took them to the table.

"Buffy said they should be coming in two days or so. I told her we'd start cleaning, but I don't know what we're going to do for furniture." Xander flipped the burgers onto the plates and sat down with her.

"We'll figure something out." He glanced at their dinner. "Sorry there's no ketchup or anything. Dracula doesn't really understand people food anymore."

She shrugged. "No big deal. We should probably go get some more food before everyone else gets here. And we're going to need a car or something."

"We can take the bike into town tomorrow. One of us needs to get a local driver's license so we can at least rent a car." He looked at the witch speculatively. "Or could you work some computer voodoo and hook us up?"

"I can do it if we need to. Do you think we'll need fake identities? Because that's a bit more work than just putting our names in whatever passes for a DMV over here."

"I have no idea. That's a question for Buffy and Giles. We don't know yet how public the masses of new slayers have made our little organization." He started eating.

Willow frowned. "I guess we'll just have to ask them because I have no idea."

"It's not anything we have to figure out tonight. We just have to clean tonight. We can handle that. I vote we clean the bedrooms down here on this floor and then we can call it a night."

Willow nodded. "Sounds good to me. We can clean a floor a day and leave the basement for the slayers to clean and then you can fix it up for them later. That will give us time to pick which rooms we want."

He grinned. "Should be we take the second floor or the third?"

"We can check which floor has better visibility, that one can be the tactical place for us to live or whatever," Willow said, eating her dinner.

They finished eating and found a broom and mop in the corner of the kitchen. Xander swept each bedroom and Willow mopped behind him. They finished cleaning in a few hours and went back to Xander's room, a movie on Willow's laptop playing in the background as they talked into the night. After the movie she went back to her room and they went to bed, Willow still struggling to sleep alone.