Spike wasn't having much fun. He even got hit by the werewolf, and was cleaning a wound in his right cheekbone. It was then that Buffy came down the basement stairs.

"Bloody thing scratched me!" yelled the vampire, and Buffy just kind of watched the werewolf. She remembered the times when Oz would just stare off into space, or put his arm around Willow. They were good times, and truly, she did miss him. Not that she liked the fact of babysitting him, but she was glad he was back.

"Better he hit you than rip apart some poor family," replied Buffy, still concentrated on the monstor.

"Not like he'd have anything to rip apart. Even Clem skipped town," Spike said, still rubbing the bruise on his cheek.

Everyone awoke the next morning, anxious to see how Oz was doing. Willow walked downstairs, for she awoke first. Expecting to see Oz on the floor and Spike asleep, she almost screamed at what she saw. Trails of blood lined the basement floors and Spike was asleep on his cot. Red lines leaked from the walls, and the floor was soaked with a coat of fur. The one thing that was missing was Oz. Kennedy joined Willow on the stairs, and her eyes widened at the mess.

"How could he sleep through that?" a voice appeared behind them. It was Andrew, who was just looking at Spike. "I mean really, even I couldn't sleep through a slaughter," he continued.

"It wasn't a slaughter! Oz is alive. I think," said the witch, almost tears in her eyes. Kennedy put her arm around Willow.

"That is strange, Willow, but I don't think anyone could of gotten in," said Giles, after he had heard of the news downstairs.

"You know what's strange? I have to replace more windows!" yelled Xander as he walked in, a cut on his foot. "There's glass all over the floors in there, and it just so happens I forgot my slippers," he continued. The dining room windows were completely shattered, and Giles didn't know why he hadn't realized it before.

"Yeah, but what's even funnier is that how could a vampire that's killed two Slayers not even stir in the night," interrupted Andrew, bringing up the subject again.

"Simple. He was drugged," said Willow, who came in wearing latex gloves.

"That could work," replied Andrew.

"We have to find Oz," continued Willow. "I don't care about The First, I don't care about Bringers, I don't care about anything until I found him," she added. Kennedy looked hurt. Willow grabbed her coat, grabbed some magic supplies that she threw into Dawn's backpack, and started to head out the door.

"Kennedy, will you come with me? I'm not so great with the hand to hand combat," Willow asked, hopeful that she would come.

"I just, I can't," replied Kennedy, before she went back to her bedroom.