"You're a light that comes in the night,
You're the sound that cuts through the darkness,
You're a heart that beats with a strike,
Of my only way in the darkness." - Laurie Anderson, the Labyrinth

Giles and Buffy rushed out upon seeing this bizarre event. Giles rushed over to Willow, and checked her vitals. She was unconscious, but her pulse was strong and steady. He breathed a sigh of relief at this.
Meanwhile, Buffy went over to Xander, "What the Hellmouth is going on out here? I look and see a freaky light show coming from you two. Any ideas?"
"Dear Lord, was Willow conjuring again?" Giles asked worriedly.
"No and no." Xander wearily replied to them both. "Giles, you're Answer Man here, do the explaining thing. I'm just Research Boy." He waved to Giles, looking ready to fall asleep himself. In fact, his head then fell forward, and thunked on the table loudly. If he wasn't already asleep, he would have noticed. As it were, it would catch up with him later when he would wake with a bad headache. Buffy went to try to wake him, but Giles motioned her away.
"Don't bother, Buffy. After the ordeal he's been through, and what he must face, he will need all the rest he can get. As for Willow, I think she may more a part of the current situation then what we realized. How good are you with that computer?"
Buffy shrugged, "Willow's tutored me a bit. I can surf the Web easy enough, even if Willow's the big Kahuna of the Information Superhighway."
Giles gave her a small amused smile, "Yes, well, that still puts you above me in that regard. Go look up there as best as you can, while I check my books." Buffy nodded, and the Watcher/Slayer pair began what would be a long day of research.
Then, Buffy remembered as she glanced at the clock on the wall, "Oh shoot! Giles, I have to go. I supposed to be in Algebra II five minutes ago! And you know how I supposed to be attending at least most of my classes to keep on Trollman's good side?"
Giles waved her off, "Go then. I'll see you later."
"It's a date then." she grinned, and stopped, "Errr... I mean research date. Not dating date. I mean appointment. Oh never mind!" She then rushed out of the library at breakneck speed that only a Slayer can do. Giles chuckled a bit as she left. She may be one of the strangest girls ever to become a Slayer, yet he knew she was the best of the best. The times he watched her handling such adverse events, and yet stay on top gave him considerable pride. Almost like a father proudly watching his daughter winning a race. For some time now, he had noticed how she had adopted him as surrogate father to replace her now mostly absent father, due to her parents' divorce a couple of years back. And he had noticed how paternal his attitude had become towards her. He knew that the Council suspected of such, considering how cold the correspondence had been of late, if not missing all together. The Watcher is only to tutor and train the Slayer, but the relationship has always been to be completely impersonal. Because any day could be the Slayer's last. The Watcher should not be concerned with trivial matters like if an adversary became lethal to the Slayer, only that the Slayer should have been better prepared to survive the battle. The Diaries though did contain instances of previous Watchers who grew "attached" to their protegé Slayer. Some fall in love, or more often like in his cases, developed parental feelings toward their Slayers. He often had nightmares where he had lost her, and berating himself for not better preparing her for the danger. Yet, particularly after surviving the prophecy of her own death, she continued to surprise him. He could only pray she would continue defying the odds. And part of him thought that perhaps she really could.