Waking up a moment later, Willow rubbed her head where she had hit it on the side of her fireplace.

"Ouch," she murmured, then stared questioningly at the pile of ash. It then became clear to her. "Forgetting spell," she muttered. But for what? It must have been something important, she realised, so no point in trying to remember. She picked up the phone and dialled the library, smiling slightly. She hadn't forgotten most of the day's events- they had been at the library, researching. What they were researching, she didn't know. The phone kept ringing- and then cut off with a beep. Willow took the phone away from her ear and frowned. It was a different phone to the one that had been lying next to her a few minutes ago. And why wasn't Giles answering the library phone? With an ominous feeling welling in her stomach, Willow decided to dial Buffy's house.

"Hello, Dawn Summers speaking!" A voice chirped.

Willow dropped the phone in shock, hearing the click signifying it had hung up. Dawn? Who on earth was Dawn, and why was she in Buffy's house? With shaking fingers, Willow dialled her last resort.

"Hello?"

"Oh my god, Mrs Harris! It's you!" Willow cried in relief.

"Willow? Yes, of course it's me. I live here, don't I?" She gave a nervous chuckle.

Willow laughed lamely. "Ahaha…yeah. Um, can I please speak to Xander?"

"Xander? Willow, is this some kind of joke? You know Xander moved out months and months ago!"

Willow felt the phone slip from her fingers again. What was going on? Mrs Harris' voice emitted from the floor for a second, before she hung up.

Willow spun around in a circle. What on earth was going on?

"What did that spell do?" Willow shouted, remembering vaguely doing another spell recently that went wrong. "Damn witchy subconscious, making things go kerfloopey!"

She ran out of the house, and started walking down to Buffy's. It had just registered in her mind that the girl had said her name was Dawn Summers. She had to be some relation to Buffy. Willow started sprinting- this was too creepy. Her long red hair swished into her eyes and mouth, but she didn't care. She had to get to the bottom of this. Maybe Dawn was just Buffy's cousin, or something, and Mrs Harris was playing a joke. Willow stopped as she reached Revello Drive, and slowly walked up to Buffy's doorway.

Raising her hand hesitantly, Willow rapped on the door and stood back. She heard a yell of "I'll get it!" and thumps of footsteps coming closer.

The footsteps stopped, and the door swung open, revealing Buffy.

"Oh god, Buffy!" Willow launched herself at her best friend, wrapping her into a massive hug. "You will not believe how glad I am to see you!"

Buffy patted Willow nervously on the head and said, "You might be surprised. When did you leave the house, anyway? Oh my god, you got extensions! They look great!"

Willow raised her head and looked at Buffy, confused. A moment later, giggles could be heard from inside the house, and Willow and graceful blonde skipped into view, holding hands and whispering into each other's ears.

The Willow inside looked at the doorway, saw her seventeen-year-old self standing there, and passed out onto the ground.

The blonde knelt down, feeling for a pulse and talking. "Oh, Willow, Willow, are you ok?"

Buffy looked from the unconscious Willow, to the one standing in the doorway, and put her hand on her head. "Oh my god. Oh my god."

Willow felt much that way herself. She was looking at herself passed out on the ground, with some stranger tending to her as if they were best friends.

Buffy gulped. "You're not Willow, are you."

Willow shook her head. "No, Buffy I am! And what's with you? Why do you look so much…older?" Willow was struck by a thought. "Buffy, are you 17?"

Buffy looked at Willow. "No. Of course not! I'm 20…"

Willow took one look at the older version of her blonde best friend and passed out, joining her double on the ground.

"Oh, brother," Buffy groaned, dragging Willow inside. "Tara, what on earth is going on?"

"I d-don't know, Buffy," Tara stuttered, staring at one version of her girlfriend to the next. "Is that really Willow? She looks v-very different. Much yo-ounger."

Buffy stared at the younger Willow's face. "That's exactly what Willow looked like in our last year of high school." She gingerly picked up a framed photograph resting on a nearby table, and showed it to Tara. It was she, Xander, and Willow, all lying on top of each other on the lawn in front of Sunnydale High, grinning happily.

Tara opened her mouth to say something else, but at that moment, another Buffy, Xander, and Giles all came crashing through the door.

Younger Buffy, seeing herself, screamed. "Oh my god! What am I wearing?"

Buffy whacked her palm into her forehead. "What is going on?"

"Buffy? What's going on?" Dawn was thundering down the stairs, peering around anxiously. Then she saw the two Willows on the ground. "Oh my god!" she screamed, and then paused. "Wait a sec. Is this a Toth deal?"

Buffy shook her head. "I have no idea what is going on."

Younger Buffy tilted her head to one side, "Who are you?" she asked Dawn.

Dawn screwed up her face in confusion. "I'm your sister, you moron."

Younger Buffy snorted. "Haha. I don't have a sister," she stated.

Dawn stared at the pair of Buffys for a second, and then frowned. "Aren't you a bit younger?" She looked at the two. "Yeah. You're like 16 or something!"

"17!" Buffy defended.

Dawn surveyed Willow as well. "So is she! Oh my god, it's Buffy and Willow as 17 year olds!"

"Hey, don't forget me! Where's my counterpart?" Xander poked his head around the corner, and Dawn gasped, which gave way into a grin. "Oh, Anya is going to love this."

"Who's Anya?" Buffy, Xander and Giles asked, causing Dawn to jump again when she realised Giles was there.

"Oh, Buffy, what are we gonna do?"

It was then the two Willows woke up. Older Willow grabbed Tara. "Baby, what's going on?"

Tara rolled her eyes. "That's what we've all been wondering."

Younger Willow spoke. "Baby? Am I kinda gay?"

Older Buffy sat down on the couch, sighing heavily. "You guys have a lot to catch up on."

It was then the door crashed open yet again, and Spike barrelled through under a smoking blanket. He ran straight towards Buffy sitting on the couch, and yanked off the bedspread.

"Oh god, Buffy, I am so sorry. I'm such a moron; I never meant to hurt you. Please give me another chance, please. I'll keep my mouth shut from now on, I promise. I'm sorry." He then produced a slightly smushed box of chocolates and handed them to her. Older Buffy raised her eyebrows. "Spike, what are you ranting about?"

Before he had a chance to reply, yet another person barged into the house, under- a smouldering blanket.

Older Buffy rolled her eyes. "Great. Now this tragi-comedy can raise to new levels of hilarity."

Spike scrambled out of the sun, and then stopped dead when he spotted himself kneeling in front of Buffy.

"What the bloody hell is going on?"

Younger Buffy poked the kneeling Spike in the back. "Um, Spike? Do you mean to talk to me?"

Spike swivelled around, and groaned. "Oh no! I'm back in this time again, and I somehow brought you guys with me!" He groaned again, taking in the sight of Willow, Xander and Giles standing next to Tara. Younger Buffy tapped him on the shoulder. "What do you mean, you're back here?"

Spike gazed around, and banged his head on the wall. "Bloody African underground demons!"