"Oh god. She's right." Buffy's voice cracked and she glanced away, staring blankly at the wall.

"No. No she's not." Tara insisted, "Willow… she's… upset. We all are. But just because the two of you may have lost someone closer to you than Anya, it doesn't mean we can just let her go. She could hurt innocent people, us, herself. Anya is my friend, and yours, and Willow's, and everyone else's. You know as well as I do that we can't just let her destroy herself like this. At least, I can't."

Tara leaned back on the couch, almost out of breath from her speech. B stared at her.

"You are quite the speech speaker, out you?" Her lame attempt at a joke flopped. They sat there in silence for a while, staring at walls and vases and chairs until they heard the slam of a door upstairs. Willow burst into the room suddenly with her jacket draped over her arm. She had a look of business draped across her face.

"Let's go."

Giles started vigorously rubbing his glasses. Janice stared at him.

"Does he always do that?" She questioned. Dawn nodded. Silence was the big key right now. No one was talking, not even Giles proposing his theories.

"This is really lame."

"Janice!" Dawn shouted, not believing her best friend had just said something so rude.

"Hey, no offense or anything, but this is not my idea of action. Let's go kick some witchy ass!"

Giles shook his head and started to mumble something, but Dawn suddenly interrupted.

"We aren't trying to hurt Anya. We're trying to help her."

Janice slumped down on the counter, seeming disappointed.

"Um, perhaps we should go back to the house. The others may be home now." Giles finally put his suggestion in. They looked to him, eagerly awaiting his explanation.

"They may have found out something."

Buffy had no idea where Tara was leading them. Sure, the woods, but what would a house- a place, be doing all the way out here? It was in the middle of nowhere.

"Tara- are you sure…" Willow questioned. Both Buffy and Tara were still shocked from her getting over her fit, but they didn't question anything.

"I'm sure. He gave me specific directions. Kind of."

"Kind of? We could be going exactly the wrong way! What if we get lost?" Buffy began to panic when Tara suddenly stopped. She looked strait ahead at something, although Buffy saw nothing but trees and grass and woodsy stuff.

Willow took a deep breath.

"There it is."

"Huh? Where?" Buffy questioned, thinking the two witches were getting crazier than ever.

"H-he said it c-could only be seen with the 'witch's eye.' So, that's why, I guess, that you can't see anything." Tara calmly explained.

Willow closed her eyes and took another deep breath. Then she muttered something and raised her hand.

Buffy gasped as suddenly, a huge building appeared in front of her.

Willow remained silent, her glance away from both of them. She hadn't wanted to give in to magic, but this, right now, was necessary.

A loud scream broke the still of the air. Instinctively, all three of them took a step back. Not two seconds later, something came hurtling out the third floor window. Okay, so Anya came hurtling out the third floor window.

Buffy, Willow, and Tara watched as Anya twisted in the air until she was standing upright, then slowed herself down just in time to have her feet safely touching the ground.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Anya shouted at them.

"We're-"

"Trying to help you." Anya mocked. "That's all you want to do Buffy. Help, help, help. Maybe you can just help yourself for once and stay away." Without any warning, Buffy was flung into the air and seemed to sail through it until she was out of sight.

"Anya! What'd you do?" Willow shouted, but in response, was tossed against a tree, knocking her out.

Tara took a step back cautiously, eyeing the enemy.

Anya raised her hand, and Tara braced herself for the worse. It seemed forever when Tara finally realized that Anya had not done anything, but still had her hand raised. Her eyes shimmered. But it just must have been the light in the woods. Anya opened her mouth to say something. Tara had to strain to hear her.

"Just leave me alone."

Anya shimmered out of sight.