When they arrived they could see that they were not the only visitors.

"Hey Buffy." said Willow.

She and Tara were having tea.

She passed a cup to Buffy, and offered one to Spike, who politely refused.

"We wanted to stay and wait for you." Tara explained. "We had a feeling."

"You know Buff, one of those feelingy feelings you both feel and feel the feeling that you have to do something about it?" Willow tried, and failed, to explain further.

"It felt really bad." said Tara.

"Powerful magicks." said Willow. "Putting you in danger."

"Well you were right, Red." said Spike, speaking up for the first time. "Your feeling was in the form of Catherine Madison."

"Catherine Madison." repeated Willow, slowly. "Amy's Mom? But we destroyed her, she's gone. Possibly to the world without shrimp."

"No Will." said Buffy. "She was very much here tonight. She was behind all the vengeance attacks."

"Oh!" said Tara, in realisation.

"But...how?" asked Willow.

"The trophy." Buffy answered flatly. "She said she escaped when that old cheerleading trophy broke."

Giles, who had been cleaning his glasses and listening all that time suddenly put them back on and said "Of course!"

"Thanks for that Giles, it would have been really annoying if you hadn't explained yourself properly." said Buffy, sarcastically. With demons she could use her fists, but with her friends sarcasm was her best and only weapon.

"Yeah, come on Giles." said Willow, enthusiastically. "Where's the Giles-y explanation?"

"If you'd given me a second, you two, I'd have had a chance to say that Catherine must have been entrapped in the trophy when Buffy reflected the spell back at her all those years ago, then was released when it was broken." Giles said patiently.

"Wow." said Buffy. "That was a good, yet somewhat quicker than usual explanation. Thank God it didn't hit me. What good would a Slayer be trapped in a piece of metal."

"Yeah Buff." said Willow. "either we'd all be dead right now, or still trying to deal with the master or one of the other hundred apocalypses."

"Goodness knows there have been enough of them." said Giles, wearily.

"Right, now we've all thanked our lucky stars, what are we going to do about the witch with the Revenge R Us problem?" asked Spike.

"We should leave it until tomorrow." Giles decided. "Ask Anya what her next vengeance step might be. That's a point- why does she want revenge?"

Buffy sighed. "It started with Amy's Dad. Now it's just vengeance on random unfaithful men. But I don't know what Anya can do really, Catherine isn't a demon, just a really powerful, pissed off witch."

"She is at the moment, Buffy," Giles continued. "But as Willow might remember, D'Hoffryn headhunts anyone casting strong vengeance spells. He might try to...recruit her."

"I have his talisman!" Willow exclaimed. "He gave it to me, when he asked me to, you know...right after Oz left. And we have Anya. We can contact him and stop him from giving her all the demony powers."

"Good idea Will." agreed Buffy. "Bring it to the store tomorrow. A demony Catherine would be bad news."

"Worse news than you imagine Buffy" said Giles. "If D'Hoffryn gives her those powers, without her Vengeance talisman and the right spell she's be virtually indestructible."

"That's why we have to contact him soon." remarked Buffy. "Before he contacts her. Tomorrow at eight, guys."

"err...what about me, slayer?" asked Spike. "I can't just wander along for a stroll in the morning sunshine whenever I feel like it, pet."

"The invitation doesn't include you, Spike." Buffy told him.

"I- I mean, h-he could be useful Buffy." stuttered Tara.

"Come by the sewers then, if you have to." she reluctantly agreed. "hopefully you'll be eaten by a chaos demon before then."

Spike was used to her comments.

"Night all, it's my lunchtime." he said, and left.

"We should be going too, Giles." said Willow.

"Same here." said Buffy. "Mum still isn't one hundred percent, and Dawn will be wondering where I am."

"I'll tell Xander to come by the shop with Anya tomorrow." said Giles. "Don't be late!"

Buffy's dreams that night were troubled again.

Images of cheerleaders in yellow shirts and short red skirts flashed before her eyes.

She awoke determined, she had beaten Catherine once, and she resolved to do it again.

"Anya, will you please stop pacing, you're giving me a headache." Giles said, sounding tired.

"But I'm nervous, Xander and the others aren't here yet." Anya replied, flustered.

"They're not due here for another half an hour," Giles reassured her. "We're only here because we open early on Saturdays."

"But we're not even open!" protested Anya, "It's not fair, lots of people bring us their money on Saturdays, why couldn't this witch have came another day?"

"Well Anya, I'm sure she didn't purposely schedule it for your inconvenience."

"Yes, people doing things for my inconvenience, that sounds about right. D'Hoffryn coming in right when Xander and I were about to-"

"D'Hoffryn?" Giles looked up, alerted. "Has he contacted you Anya?"

"Yes, last night. At the most inappropriate time too…"

"Anya, this is important. What did he want from you?"

"Oh. Just a reference. I don't know the woman personally, but apparently her style is very similar to my own "Women Scorned" thing. Maybe she's a fan…but anyway, he heard she's been doing some work in this area…"

"Anya." Giles said quickly. "her name wasn't Catherine Madison, was it?"

"Yes, that was it!" she answered brightly, not noticing the look on his face. "I'm sure I've heard Xander mention her…"

"Yes, well, that would be because she is the witch we're tracking."

"Oh…" said Anya, a look of comprehension dawning on her face. "A lot of things tie up

Now." she remarked. "It's a small world, isn't it?"

"Indeed it is." Giles sighed.

"I feel…remorse and Shame…" Anya said, slightly confused.

"Yes, that would be guilt. Do you think he'll have been able to get hold of her yet?" he asked anxiously.

Anya considered this. "He probably will have by the time I can summon him."

"Well, it's worth a try. But wait until the others get here." he checked his watch. "They shouldn't be long now. They'll be worried if we're not here, especially after I warned them no to be late."

"Did I do the wrong thing?" Anya asked, worried.

"No, no. It's not your fault, you didn't know."

"You see!" said Anya passionately, "That's the problem when no-one tells me anything! I think you don't trust anything."

"Of course we do Anya, I trust you with…everything. Especially the Cash Register. It's just that it was late last night and we….didn't want to interrupt you and Xander."

"Ah." said Anya knowingly. "That was very considerate of you, thank you Giles, and you know I value the trust with money more than anything in the world. Even strawberry ice-cream. But not as much as sex. I'd do a lot of thing for money, except sell Xander. Money isn't happiness. But it helps. You can buy a house and a car, and get married and have kids and have a normal human life-" Anya was cut off by the ringing of the shop door bell as the rest of the scoobies walked in.

"Oh thank God you're here!" said Giles, obviously pleased she was interrupted.