"You are walking down a corridor, and can see a door in front of you. Only you will be experiencing everything firsthand this time. Open the door," Giles intoned, and then asked, "Where are you?"
"Stairs, my stairs. I'm going downstairs." Xander replied, seeing the stairs going past. The polished wood grain reflected the dim light faintly.
Giles briefly glanced at Willow, before asking, "What do you see?"
There was a simple window, currently closed nearby. "Uh, a window, and then a room. My living room. There's a mirror nearby." Feet were touching the floor, and feeling the soft carpet beneath the toes. A hand briefly touches an end table nearby.
"Who are you?" Giles pressed.
A face swam into view in the mirror's reflection, "I'm… Herschel." Catherine's scared face stared out from the looking glass. He whispered, his voice so hushed that the pair could barely hear him, "Catherine Herschel."
"Who?"
Xander whispered urgently, "I have to end this…"
"…I have to end this. He won't leave us alone if I don't. He won't leave me alone," Catherine resolutely said to herself as she went to the phone.
A shadow appeared on the wall near her as she said into the receiver,
"Robert, stay away from us. Don't ever call here again. I don't care what you think Gregory has done, now goodbye!" She slammed down the receiver, and then started upon the figure standing there.
"Gregory!" She cried.
Xander gasped as he awoke from the trance. He panted a few times, and looked between Willow and Giles.
"I was right." He finally said, "I'm not Gregory, and you're not…"
"Giles, I need your help!" Buffy rushed in. She then stopped, and asked, "Everything ok?"
Willow nodded, and then got up. She nervously headed out to the front of the shop. Xander got up as well, and grimly walked out as well. He hoped to catch up with Willow, but she was already gone.
Anya stopped him, "Sweetie, I have to talk to you! I found the cutest gown."
"Not now, Ahn," he said, and started walking past her. However, she grabbed his shoulder to stop him.
"If not now? When? The day of the wedding?"
Xander tried to shake her off, "Anya, I got a lot going on right now."
He began walking away again, but she then asked, "What, this whole past life thing?"
He stopped, and turned back to her, "What?"
Anya replied, "I wasn't born a century ago, and anyway, I overheard you guys in the back at one point. Do you want to talk about it? I've actually seen it before. In fact there was one couple, that I think I cursed a couple of times over a few of their lifetimes."
Xander then nodded, "Yeah, ok."
"Stairs, my stairs. I'm going downstairs." Xander replied, seeing the stairs going past. The polished wood grain reflected the dim light faintly.
Giles briefly glanced at Willow, before asking, "What do you see?"
There was a simple window, currently closed nearby. "Uh, a window, and then a room. My living room. There's a mirror nearby." Feet were touching the floor, and feeling the soft carpet beneath the toes. A hand briefly touches an end table nearby.
"Who are you?" Giles pressed.
A face swam into view in the mirror's reflection, "I'm… Herschel." Catherine's scared face stared out from the looking glass. He whispered, his voice so hushed that the pair could barely hear him, "Catherine Herschel."
"Who?"
Xander whispered urgently, "I have to end this…"
"…I have to end this. He won't leave us alone if I don't. He won't leave me alone," Catherine resolutely said to herself as she went to the phone.
A shadow appeared on the wall near her as she said into the receiver,
"Robert, stay away from us. Don't ever call here again. I don't care what you think Gregory has done, now goodbye!" She slammed down the receiver, and then started upon the figure standing there.
"Gregory!" She cried.
Xander gasped as he awoke from the trance. He panted a few times, and looked between Willow and Giles.
"I was right." He finally said, "I'm not Gregory, and you're not…"
"Giles, I need your help!" Buffy rushed in. She then stopped, and asked, "Everything ok?"
Willow nodded, and then got up. She nervously headed out to the front of the shop. Xander got up as well, and grimly walked out as well. He hoped to catch up with Willow, but she was already gone.
Anya stopped him, "Sweetie, I have to talk to you! I found the cutest gown."
"Not now, Ahn," he said, and started walking past her. However, she grabbed his shoulder to stop him.
"If not now? When? The day of the wedding?"
Xander tried to shake her off, "Anya, I got a lot going on right now."
He began walking away again, but she then asked, "What, this whole past life thing?"
He stopped, and turned back to her, "What?"
Anya replied, "I wasn't born a century ago, and anyway, I overheard you guys in the back at one point. Do you want to talk about it? I've actually seen it before. In fact there was one couple, that I think I cursed a couple of times over a few of their lifetimes."
Xander then nodded, "Yeah, ok."