"Did you find anything?" Buffy asked Giles.
"Quite a lot, actually," he replied. He did a quick run-down about Tara and the Bhijah demon legend for the newcomers.
"Poor Will," she said quietly. "How did she take it?"
"Fairly well, considering," said Giles. "She wanted to stay up and help us, but I thought it would be best that she rest."
"Good man," said Xander. "Have you found anything on the dreams yet?"
"No. Nothing."
"Well, we've got some interesting insight," said Buffy, "But first I want to know what Angel Investigations is doing here." She turned around to look at her former flame.
"I had a vision," input Cordelia.
"She saw you and Xander kidnapped by Drusilla," Angel finished. "I tried to call, but there was no answer, so we came to warn you." He didn't mention that he had been planning to come anyway. "We've also had the same dream, about the-"
"Big black cloud in the air and a flash of light," they heard a voice say from behind them. Oz walked into the room. "I knocked, but no one answered so ..."
"Oz?" said Buffy.
"Isn't this a nifty little reunion?" said Xander. "And apocalyptic dreams to boot. Just like old times."
"Even more so than you think," said Oz, opening the door a little wider. In walked Riley and Gaby, followed by Kendra and someone they had picked up along the way, Larry.
Everyone's eyes went wide.
"But ... but ...you died," said Buffy.
"They all did," said Oz. "But they've been brought back. They might not be the only ones."
"This is an interesting turn of events," said Giles. "But how?"
"I think I'm starting to see where this is going," said Buffy. "At the factory we saw Willow and Xander from bizarroland. Vampires. Vamp Xander was in my dream."
"Vampire Willow was in mine," said Oz. "A werewolf too."
"A werewolf?"
Oz lowered his eyes. "Veruca."
Buffy's "oh" face showed that she wished she hadn't asked. "Angel?"
"The Oracles," he said.
There was a gasp coming from the corner of the room, and they turned to see Cordelia holding her breath. "No, it can't be."
"Cordelia?" said Wesley. He had been quiet, since he had very little connection with the events thus far, but the look on his co-worker's face concerned him.
She didn't answer, only looked at Angel until recognition dawned on his face.
"Doyle," said Angel quietly. "She dreamt about Doyle, our partner that died."
"Our friend," Cordelia corrected, as if "partner" sounded too impersonal.
"What about you Xander?" continued Buffy, the silence in the room too discomforting. "What did you and-" she stopped suddenly, a panicked look spreading across her face.
Xander's face echoed hers. "Anya!" he said. "We forgot about Anya!"
Oz held up a hand. "Hold on," he said. "I think I might be able to answer a lot of your questions. About the dreams, Anya and ..." He paused for a second. He hadn't heard their previous dilemma, so he was careful in continuing. "And Tara," he said finally.
Something in the tone of his voice warned Buffy of impending bad news. "We'd better wake Will up for this."
Oz's eyes jerked around the room. "Willow's here?" he said nervously.
"This is not going to be fun."