"So what do we do?" Buffy asked, pacing around the library table.

   Oz shrugged angrily, getting up and locking himself in the cage near where they were standing. "Let me in on the plan later."

   "I elect we give up Dead Boy to get back Willow," Xander said raising a hand.

   "One, my name is not Dead Boy. Adam, frogboy, Shawn, Michael, any of those. Not Dead Boy. Two, if that were an option I'd gladly do it. But…Astronema has become a lying scoundrel who fights her own brother to kill him every day. Three, the only way to get back Willow is to bust in there and grab her," Adam said, flipping through a book and stopping occasionally, muttering under his breath.

   "And how exactly do you know all this?" Xander asked, walking around to the ancient vampire's chair.

   Adam looked up, not at all disconcerted with the young man's anger. In fact he stood, standing in front of Xander almost an inch taller. "I'm the Mind of the Nayans," he said coolly. "Give me a telephone, watch, three pieces of chewing gum, one television and a couple of globs of blue-tack and I'll make you a receiver that picks up any and all transmissions."

   Xander suddenly looked interested. "Like cable?"

   Adam walked away, picking up another book in front of the iron cage, which now contained a snarling wolf. "I'll do my best."

   "Why do you need chewing gum?" Buffy asked.

   He flashed her a smile. "Lets me concentrate."

   "So what exactly do we do?" Giles asked, coming out from his office with cups of coffee, or in Buffy and Xander's case, hot chocolate. Buffy snuck a peek at the clock and suddenly wished she hadn't, stifling a yawn which then caught out Xander.

   "We wait," Adam said, accepting the drink and sipping it. "Astronema has the best cards and she knows it." He pointed a finger at Giles's books. "But we have a extra ace, and if we play it well enough we'll gather the benefits. In this case, Willow, Rocky and Aisha."

   "You like your card analogies, don't you?" Buffy asked randomly.

   Adam had the good grace to look sheepish. "I was a card-dealer for a Los Vegas casino seventeen years ago and I nailed the lingo. Give me a break."

   "The ancient one is planning, princess," Ecliptor said softly, watching the beautiful female glancing absently at records of former and current Rangers fighting.

   "No matter. He knows I have the keys, and there is no way out except through me." The calm voice did little to hint at the mental fight going on behind the metalwork and red hair of the evil queen.

   You're not evil! You're Karone, sister of Andros! You were in line for the Purple Astro morpher! You love Zhane! a helpless voice cried from deep within her mind.

    "Ecliptor, go to Angel Grove with the routine monster," she ordered. "But." The simple word stopped the faithful being in his tracks. "If the Silver Ranger shows up, do try to wound him, at least a little."

   No. Please no.

   "So what do we do?" Buffy repeated, getting a shot of deja-vu as she paced around the table.

   "Don't ask me," Xander answered. He jerked a thumb at Adam, who was sitting at the table fiddling with something. "Ask Dr. Brain over there."

   "I told you, no nicknames," Adam growled as he brought the thing over. It was roughly the design of a remote control for a TV crossed with a mobile phone.

   "What does this do, Einstein?" Xander asked, raising his eyebrows. "Call every television in the area?"

   "No, idiot, it's a teleportation device."

   "Why, pray tell, do we need a teleportation device?" Buffy asked.

   Adam grabbed her hand and motioned for her to grab on to Xander's. He smiled as he clicked a button. "We need help."

   Buffy's response was lost in a whirling circle of light as they disappeared.