[DREAM CONTINUATION] "Oh common! Don't act so surprised!" the figure before Xander said.
"Don't be surprised!? You try not being surprised when the surprise villain at the end of your dream sequence turns out to be you!" Xander yelled.
"Is a lil bit of a shocker, ain't it boy?"
"Little Bugger never saw it comin'"
"How could he? It is his dream after all."
"Would you all shut up!?" Xander yelled to the room.
"Do I really sound like that?" the figure asked fesiciously.
"Now, now, Boy, it ain't a matter how you sound," Caleb, said walked closer to Xander (the one having the dream that is), "It a matter how you scream…" Caleb slowly began to force Xander's, now apparently there eye, as Xander began to scream.
"Ahhh!!!" [DREAM OVER]
"Kennedy!? Kennedy!?" Willow yelled, running into her home, where she found Dawn asleep on the couch. "Dawn?"
"Hm?" Dawn asked groggily.
"Where's Kennedy?" Willow asked the very tired girl.
"I'm guessing your room," Dawn said, "You know – sleeping."
"Thanx Dawnie," Willow smiled as she made her way to the room the two girls shared.
"Kennedy?" Willow waited upon a response. "I know you're awake."
"Sp?" Kennedy said obviously crying.
"Kennedy? What's wrong?" Willow asked obviously worried.
"It's nothing," she replied.
"Is it me?" Willow inquired.
"Why do you say that?" Kennedy asked at Willow's insight.
"Tell me," Willow ordered, "I want to know."
"Its not you… exactly…"
"That's not good enough," Willow said getting frustrated.
"Its her," Kennedy explained as she rolled over.
"Her?" Willow asked confused.
"Tara…" Kennedy trailed off.
"Yes?" Willow asked uncomfortable.
"I'm not her."
Responding, Willow said, "No your Kennedy."
"I'll never be her," Kennedy said taking the moment to wipe some pre-existing tears away.
"You'll always be Kennedy…"
"But earlier, you…"
"I what?" Willow asked.
"It wasn't you though… It was the First…"
"The First?"
"It looked like you, Willow. The First talked to me. And it looked like you."
"Me!?!?"
"Andrew, call Willow," Xander ordered.
"Why?" he asked, still groggy.
"Cause I said! That's why!" he yelled.
"Alright, alright," Andrew said, "You'd think someone with such a good job wouldn't be so crabby." Andrew rolled over on the couch, where he slept, and began to dial the girls' phone number.
Ring, ring…
"Yes?" Willow said picking up the phone as she moved away from Kennedy.
"Xander," Andrew replied.
"What about him Andrew?" Willow asked.
"He wants to talk to you," Andrew replied.
"Fine," said Willow, "You two come here. Kennedy has something to tell the group too."
"Willow!" Xander yelled opening the door to Willow's apartment with his spare key.
Coming out to sit in the kitchen are with the rest of the group, Willow glanced at Kennedy to begin her story. Kennedy nodded in response, before beginning her story.
"The First… it came to me…"
"That's not good," interrupted Dawn.
"There more though," stated Kennedy, "it was shaped like…"
"Like?" Xander asked impatiently.
"…Like Willow…"
"That's different," said Xander.
"See what I mean," stated Willow.
"But you've never died, Willow," spoke up Dawn.
"Unless she's a vampire!" yelled Andrew.
"Don't be stupid, Andrew!" Kennedy yelled.
"Wait!" Willow jumped in. "I was a vampire… Well not personally. But there was a vampire that looked like me. Remember? Anya brought her here…" Willow trailed off when she noticed the saddened look on Xander's face.
"Its okay, Will," Xander confided, "I'm okay for now."
After they all looked at around for a moment, Dawn cut in. "So, Xander why're we all here?" You call this meeting of the Scooby Gang for a reason, I'm sure."
"A dream."
"You woke me up because of a bad dream?!?" Dawn asked confused.
"Caleb was there," Xander stated without emotion.
"Oh…" Dawn said realizing what she had forced out of the man that was the closest thing to a brother she had.
"Not just him."
"There's more?" asked Kennedy, unsure what could be worse that Caleb.
"Spike… and Amy… and…"
"And?" Kennedy asked.
"…And me…"
"What do you mean, You?" Willow asked.
"I mean I was there," Xander said. "Spike told me I had to beat me… Whatever that means."
"So we think this is the First, than?" Sawn asked an unusually quiet room.
"Tell me again exactly why I can't just kill her."
"I said so."
"You know for an all powerful… emotion or whatever the hell you are, you sure know how to wane on a girl's confidence."
"Come now. You'll have your chance."
"I want it now! I want her dead!"
"And I want them all dead! This girl changed the balance of power in the universe for good. I simply can't have that."
"And me?"
"You hate. Pure and utter hate is all I ask… Amy."
"It looks like the First is our common denominator," Xander said looking around the room.
"'Cept your not dead…" Andrew noted, "Are you?"
"No! Of course I'm not dead," Xander, stated, "I'm standing right here."
"So, what does this mean, exactly?" Kennedy asked.
"It means we're researching," Willow responded, 'It's a good thing Giles left that stuff from the Council with us."
"Giles might be able to help," Dawn said looking around the room, "Buffy too,"
"They have their own problems, Dawn. Right now we have this to worry about."
"Now Amy, let me tell you a story a find man once told me."
"Enlighten me, Padre," Amy said the First as it stood before her in the form of Caleb.
"Now, it a simple story. There once was a woman, and she foul, like all women… No offense of course… For Adam's rib was dirty – just like Adam himself – for what was he, but human. But this woman, she was filled with darkness, despair, and why? Because she did not know. She could not see. She didn't know the good news, the glory was coming. That'd be you. For the kingdom, the power, and the glory are yours, now and forever. You show up, they'll get in line. 'Cause they follow her. And they have to do is take one more step, and you'll kill them all."
"Do I say amen now?" Amy snarked back.
Changing it for to like Willow the First simply whispered, "Amen."