Willow's nose twitched a few times in her sleep, yummy smells invading her otherwise horrible dreams.

With a deep sniff, she woke up but just lay there for a while with her eyes closed. She felt better, a little anyway. Sleeping must have helped. She still felt weak though and the bright bedroom light set her head spinning when she opened her eyes.

"Ohhh." She put a hand over them to shut some of it out.

"Sorry, do you want me to turn it off, I wasn't thinking."

She sighed silently at Buffy's voice, but slowly shook her head. "No, just give me a sec to get used to it."

Buffy took it upon herself to make the situation better. Switching on the bedside light, which was way comfier for her eyes, she quickly turned off the brighter overhead one.

"I wasn't thinking," she said again. "I was just trying not to spill any of this."

"Any of what?" Willow gradually removed her hand so that she could see what Buffy was talking about.

Taking that as her cue, Buffy placed the tray over Willow's lap. "I brought you some supper. Giles said you should have food in your tummy before the spell and I need a taster."

She smiled but as Willow's mouth twisted, and noticing the green complexion her friend had, she snatched the tray back up.

"Sorry! You probably didn't want that plonked right in front of you if you feel sick, right?"

Willow hadn't, it was true, but she shook her head. "It's okay. It smells good, but my stomach's been a little anti-food all day."

"Do you want me to take it away?"

"No, no, just put it where I can't see it for a minute if that's okay."

Buffy looked around and then left the room. She was back almost immediately.

"I've put it in the hall. Providing Xander doesn't walk by it should be safe there." Buffy gave her a big smile.

"Not much chance of him coming near here," Willow said, feeling sullen again.

"He'll be here soon. So how are you feeling?"

Buffy walked around the bed to sit on the chair. She wasn't going to give Willow a chance to passive-aggressively kick her out again.

"I think I'm a little better. Why will he be here soon?" Willow tried to pull herself up on her pillows but the way her hands were restrained made that kind of hard.

Seeing the difficulty, Buffy helped her. "Hey, handcuffs! Good idea. Won't you just teleport right out of them though?"

Willow accepted her help because she felt less silly with her hands chained to the side of her instead of above her head. She was pleased she didn't have to explain herself again too. That was getting more embarrassing every time she did it. Although maybe not so embarrassing as the first time she explained it to Oz now she came to think about it.

"I don't know. I hope not. I haven't sneezed since they've been on."

"There's some pepper on the tray." Buffy grinned. "Want me to get it, see if they work?"

"No thanks. I'm comfy. Why did you say Xander was coming up?"

"To do the spell." Buffy sat back down again.

"What spell?"

"Didn't Giles tell you? He's pretty sure he's found out how to make you better. The ingredients just arrived by… get this, a carrier pigeon! I think it might be a magickal pigeon, though, seeing as how fast it got here. Kennedy's just taken it to the boy's dorm to spend the night."

"Why the boy's room?" Willow tried to process one bit of information at a time.

"Well, we thought about the woodshed first but there was talk about the Pixies eating it, and Xander said he didn't want it crapping all over the stables when he's just got them cleaned up."

Willow nodded. "I s'pose it doesn't matter if it craps all over the boy's room then."

Buffy gave a wicked grin. "Not like you'd be able to tell anyway. So, Giles is just sorting out the ingredients and then he and Xander will be up. Apparently it needs all four of us that got hit by the original spell to do it."

"So, it'll make me better?"

"That's the plan. Are you ready to try some of that food now? I've been testing out all the recipes ready for tomorrow and I could really use a second opinion."

Willow thought about it. She was still feeling sick and she wasn't really in the mood for helping Buffy out but the food did smell good and it didn't look like Buffy was going to leave even if she refused.

"Okay, maybe just a mouthful or two."

That seemed to make Buffy happy and she jumped up to fetch the tray. Even Buffy moving so fast made Willow's head spin. She closed her eyes while she waited for her to return. Boy, how much did she hope Giles' spell worked? It had only been a day and she was already really hating feeling like this.

Buffy came back and gently placed the tray over her lap. There were four small plates, a glass of water and another of cola and the salt and pepper shakers. Buffy pointed to the plates in turn as she gave a brief description.

"Here we have honeyed yams. Here we have roasted calabaza. And here we have pumpkin pie. I know what you're thinking: our intestines are going to hate us the day after tomorrow, but hey, we only live once, right? Well, three times in my case but you get my drift."

Willow's nose startled to tingle at the new, rich aromas. She scrunched it, trying her best to ignore the beginnings of a sneeze in the hope that it would go away.

Buffy continued oblivious. "And this last one is probably the only really healthy thing we'll have on the menu. Peas and carrots – Giles specialty, apparently. It's actually really good with a little pepper."

She picked up the little pot. Willow shook her head, trying to clench her nostrils closed as Buffy turned it upside down and gave it a shake over the vegetables.

"Nooo-chooooo!"

The bed shook with the force of her sneeze and as her eyes closed automatically something weird happened. Her brain stretched out! Or her consciousness. Or something. That was the only way she could describe it. What happened behind her eyelids wasn't an illusion, it was real.

She was definitely standing about six feet to the side of a dinosaur!

It was gigantic; towering way above her and it had to be at least fifty feet long! She panicked, because who wouldn't, but it didn't even notice the small human standing there in awe as it munched lazily on the uppermost leaves of a tree. The air around it stank of… of rabbit poop? Really, really strong rabbit poop.

She felt a hand on her arm and tried to turn around in alarm. Instead her eyes popped open and she saw Buffy hovering over her with major concern-face, the tray held easily in one hand out of the way.

She was shaking from head to toe and covered in fresh sweat. "What just happened?"

"You sneezed."

"I mean after that?"

"You just started shaking and your eyes wouldn't open. You had me really worried there for a moment."

"You were worried? You weren't the one…! So, I didn't disappear?"

Buffy shook her head. "No. So I guess the handcuffs work."

"Yeah," Willow said weakly.

"Are you okay?" Buffy pulled a face like she knew that was a stupid question but didn't know what else to ask.

"I saw a dinosaur."

"Huh?" Buffy put the tray back over her, but lower down on the bed.

Willow didn't even want to look at it right now, but she didn't have the energy to ask for it to be taken away either.

"I think my… my mind teleported without me."

"Like an out of body experience?"

"Maybe."

"So, what?" Buffy smiled. "It teleported you to Jurassic Park?"

"No. I think it teleported me back sixty-five million years in time."

"Oh." Buffy sat back down hard in her chair. "Is that possible?"

"I don't think so, but I-I know what I saw and what I saw was definitely an Astrodon."

Buffy's nose wrinkled in confusion. "And that's a dinosaur?"

"Uh huh. I did a paper on them for fifth grade."

"Right." Buffy nodded slowly. "Well, at least you're body didn't go with you." She studied Willow's face for a moment. "You do look greener now though."

Willow closed her eyes again and muttered, "Great."

Buffy seemed to realise she'd upset her even more and placed a gentle hand on her waist. "Look, Giles and Xander will be up any minute and then we can put an end to this once and for all."

Willow nodded, her head hurt again.

"Do you want to try something to eat? I get you probably don't feel like it now, but Giles did say you should have something inside you before we start the spell."

If it was what it took to get the cure underway, Willow would have eaten the dinosaur she'd just met, all twenty tons of it, despite the strong marsh gas smell.

"Okay, but just one dish and, please, get rid of the pepper."

Buffy took the tray away from a moment and when she brought it back only the pumpkin pie was left on it.

"Okay, this was Faith's recipe, so be warned, but I've had a couple of mouthfuls and it isn't half bad."

She set the tray where Willow could reach it and then held up a fork for her. They both realised the problem at the same time.

"I'm kinda…" Willow pulled a little on the handcuffs.

"Do you want me to take them off?"

"After what I just went through? No!"

"Okay." Buffy pulled the chair closer to the bed as she dug the fork into the pie. "I'll feed you then."

"No! Buffy, this experience is humiliating enough! I don't want you spoon-feeding me too."

"I won't be, I'll be fork-feeding you."

Despite Buffy's playful grin Willow didn't even crack a smile. "No thank you."

"Okay." Buffy set the fork back on the plate and leant over the bed to reach the keys on the bedside cabinet. "I'm taking them off but I'll hold on to you the entire time you're eating, okay? If you sneeze yourself to any more dinosaurs, you won't have to go alone."

It wasn't like she had a lot of choice. She had to eat apparently and that left literally two options. Be fed like a baby or have Buffy hanging off her like they were best friends. They were best friends! It had just been kinda hard to remember that the last few weeks. Having to rely on Buffy's help was irritating. It was like she was giving in even though she wasn't ready to. Buffy had won by default because not only did she have to rely on her now, she would have to be grateful afterwards, because only a small, petty-minded person wouldn't be. And Willow didn't want to be a small, petty-minded person.

So she muttered, "Okay," and after a brief pause, "thanks."

Buffy raised an eyebrow at her tone and looked a little hurt and maybe that was enough for Willow to win a very tiny victory.

Once the handcuffs were off she rubbed her hands and forearms to get some life back into them. Buffy handed her the fork and then gripped a bunch of her nightie in a tight fist. If she teleported now either Buffy would be along for ride or she'd be going naked.

She hesitated over the first mouthful, but once she'd started chewing she was glad she had. The pumpkin pie wasn't the best she'd ever had, Buffy's mom had made a better one for sure, but to her starved stomach it tasted great.

Buffy waited until she was on her fourth forkful before asking, "So, what's it like?"

Willow nodded, still chewing. "It's a little dry, but good otherwise."

"Dry?" Buffy looked worried. "It's my first attempt at pastry. I have a can of whipped cream downstairs. I should have put some on! Do you want me to go get it?"

Willow shook her head. "Whipped cream might be more than my tummy can handle tonight."

"Well, I'll remember for the one I bake tomorrow. It's okay, though? Other than that?"

"Yeah, but I'm surprised Faith even knew how to bake a pumpkin pie."

Buffy chuckled. "It was her Watcher's recipe so it probably came straight out of a book."

Willow had another couple of mouthfuls before saying, "I've never heard Faith talk about her Watcher. She must be finally opening up to you."

"Not really. She told us all about the recipe the other day in the kitchen. Other than that she cooked a pie for Thanksgiving all I know about her is her name, Alicia."

"That's a pretty name."

Buffy smiled. "That's what I said."

Willow frowned as she popped the last mouthful of pie in.

"You're annoyed now because we both find the same name pretty!" Buffy asked in exasperation.

"No!" Although she might have been if she'd thought to be. "I was just thinking that that's not a lot to know about Faith's Watcher. I know you're not speaking much at the moment, but didn't you ever ask about her back in Sunnydale?"

"No." Buffy hung her head, and for a second Willow's nightshirt was pulled tight against her body as Buffy clenched her fist harder. "I never liked to ask. I know how much I hate talking about Merrick; I always just assumed Faith felt the same."

"Who's Merrick?"

"See?" Buffy gave her a wry smile. "He was my first Watcher."

"I never knew you had…"

Buffy cut her off. "Exactly. And I don't want to talk about him now. But maybe Faith feels differently and I just never realised. We sorta started doing the talking thing this afternoon, after she came to see you, so we'll see I guess."

"Really?"

That was a surprise. Faith had seemed as dead against talking to Buffy as ever earlier. It was a good if she'd changed her mind, but she couldn't help thinking Buffy would screw it up. Not that she didn't think she had it in her, but Buffy had never been good at the big heart to hearts with her partners either. When the two Slayers finally got down to serious talking there were going to be a lot of long, awkward pauses.

Willow put her fork down on the plate. "That was nice. My tummy thanks you."

Buffy nodded and with her free hand pulled a pen and a sheaf of note cards from her pocket. As Willow looked at them with interest, she said,

"The secret recipes for tomorrow." She found a blank card. "Feel up to giving me your latte recipe now?"

"Latkes," Willow corrected, unable to stop her affectionate, ever patient, Buffy-teacher smile.

She settled back against her pillows, thinking she should get Buffy to handcuff her again but enjoying her freedom too much, as she recited the recipe her mom had drummed into her from the age of seven.

Buffy wrote it all down, using Willow's stomach to lean on, enjoying the current break in hostilities between them.

By the time they had finished, Giles and Xander were coming through the bedroom door.

Faith let herself into the training barn, dripping rain water. Work was finally done for the day but she wasn't ready to go back to the house. Earlier, Buffy had… not pissed her off exactly, or more like she had at the time, but Faith had been over that before she'd walked out of the kitchen, but she'd definitely made her start contemplating things. She hated contemplating things!

Act first and do your best not to think about it later was her motto. It wasn't a great motto and it had never really worked out well for her, but that didn't matter usually, because she didn't contemplate on it.

In prison she'd been forced into pretty much nothing else – just one of a thousand reasons she had hated her time inside – both because she was made to think about her actions by the prison shrinks and because with all those long stretches alone there hadn't been a lot else to do.

During that time her past had been something she'd mostly come to terms with. She'd probably never get over all of it. She still had nightmares, still had feelings of inadequacy and a tendency towards over-enthusiastic negative reactions to things. And there were the times she had to battle a deep inner-loathing of herself thanks to the mistakes she'd made and the way she had handled their aftermath. Mostly though, she was happy to keep all that buried and just concentrate on getting through each day with a better attitude than she'd had before.

See, she could learn and grow – she just didn't like doing it in public.

But Buffy seemed determined to drag it all out of her and not just the stuff she'd gone to prison for – which she could kind of understand Buffy wanting to talk about, even though it sucked – but other stuff too. Stuff from before they'd met. Stuff Faith had played so close to her chest for so long she could almost convince herself now it had just been one long bad dream.

It wasn't fair either; whenever in the past Faith had tried to pull personal information from the blonde, B had shut her down fast. Now, because she was doing the same – and with way better reason –, Buffy was calling her a bad girlfriend!

She'd known all along she would suck at the relationship thing. Just not this bad or this soon.

Faith had hoped to have the training barn to herself for a few hours before it was time to grab a bite to eat and head out on patrol, but even that wasn't going her way. Kennedy was already in there, pounding on one of the punching bags like it had called her a nasty name.

She nearly turned and headed back out into the rain. Spending some time alone in her bedroom would be better than spending it in here with Kennedy. That would be like giving ground, though, so naturally, she did the opposite. The younger slayer was using the bag at the far end of the line. Faith took the one at the other end without acknowledging her presence.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Kennedy look over and give an irritable sigh before going back to her workout.

Faith started to warm up, first by stretching and then giving the bag a few soft jabs – right, left, right, left.

"I don't want to talk!" Kennedy grunted out between fast puffs of air as she punched wildly.

Faith ignored her, concentrating on speeding up the rhythm she'd set.

"I said I don't want to…!"

"Do I look like I'm freakin' talking to you?" She shouted, taking her own frustration out on the younger slayer. "No? Then shut the hell up!"

Kennedy stopped punching, either shocked or indignant at the sharp response. The bag swung back hard towards her, hitting her in the chest and knocking her back a step.

Faith laughed easily without turning from what she was doing. "Gee, even a bag of sawdust can take ya, huh?"

Huffing angrily, Kennedy turned her back a little and pushed the bag away before punching it again.

For a while there was nothing but the sound of their fists meeting packed canvas and Faith's feet as she danced around a little, mixing up her attacks and adding the occasional high kick to the sides of the bag.

After a bit she realised she was the only one still moving and glanced over her shoulder to see Kennedy hugging her bag and just watching.

"You got a problem?"

Kennedy didn't answer so she went back ignoring her. She didn't mind doing this with an audience. Actually, she didn't mind doing most things with an audience. Except talking. Talking she'd rather do alone. Not that she talked to herself… She shook her head. This thing with Buffy was driving her nuts. She should just talk to her and get it over with. At least then she could get some action and wouldn't feel so wired and ready for a fight all the time.

She knew she wasn't telling herself anything her new therapist hadn't already – except for the sex stuff, obviously, they didn't know each other well enough for that yet. That made her laugh, she'd had sex with people she'd known for less time than her shrink but she couldn't talk to her shrink about sex?

"How do you show someone you deserve a second chance?"

"Huh?" Faith had pretty much forgotten Kennedy was there. "Thought you didn't want to talk?"

"Forget it." Kennedy went back to punching the bag but with less enthusiasm than before.

"You could go to prison. Worked for me."

"I didn't do anything to go to prison for."

Faith smirked. "Go anyway, seriously, you'll be doin' us all a favour."

"Get screwed!"

Faith laughed again. "Believe me, I'm trying. So, you want Willow to give you another chance?"

"No, I want her to give us another chance."

"There a difference there?"

"Yeah." Kennedy left the bag swinging and went to the water cooler in the corner. "Asking her to give me another chance is like admitting I did something wrong…"

"And you don't think you did?"

"Do you think I did?" Kennedy asked over the bubbling of the cooler.

Faith stopped, surprised by the direct question. She thought about it. She didn't know all the ins and outs of why they'd broken up, but everyone who lived at the camp knew about the big finale, the fight Kennedy had had with Oz.

"I guess I can see why you were jealous of Oz. But it was still a hella stupid move though."

"Are you telling me you wouldn't have done the same thing?" Kennedy asked, angrily. "If Buffy was getting cosy with someone who wasn't even human instead of you?"

Faith smirked. "I picked a few fights with Angel… but I was smart enough to know I could take him first! First rule of slaying is don't get into a one-on-one fight with a freakin' werewolf, Ken."

"I thought it was 'Don't Die'?"

Faith rolled her eyes. "Exactly!"

Running a hand back through her hair, she joined her at the water cooler. "Okay, so maybe you did something stupid but kinda for the right reasons. Let's say I agree with you for now. What exactly is it you wanna prove to her?"

"That just because I did that, and just because I still think I did the right thing, it doesn't mean we still can't be together."

"I dunno. She's pretty angry with you about it."

"And I'm pretty angry with her about some stuff, but I don't think I want that to mean we're over. I just have to find a way to draw a line under all this – agree to disagree – so that we can move on.

Faith thought about that for a moment. The brat had a point. She and Buffy needed the same thing. A way to just start fresh. New beginnings and all that crap.

"It's the future that counts. Not the past, kind of thing?"

"Exactly!" Kennedy nodded. "We were great together once, before Oz came back, I just need to remind her we can be again."

"Yeah, we were doing pretty good too until we went out on a date."

"Well that's a good sign," Kennedy mocked her.

"Piss off! At least I'm still hanging in there. When was the last time you got close enough to give Willow a kiss?"

"I want more than kisses."

Faith shrugged. "Yeah, well me too, but at least I'm getting that much."

"I meant I want everything, the whole package, not just the physical stuff." Faith could feel herself getting angry just picturing where this was going. "Obviously you don't or sex wouldn't be such a big deal for you."

Faith jabbed a finger towards Kennedy. "Has she been talking to you? Because you don't know what I want, okay, and obviously neither does she. Just because I like sex doesn't mean I don't want the whole package… probably… if I knew what the whole package was, that is." She loosely rolled her shoulders as if shrugging her doubt away. "Why is B so freakin' convinced all I want is what's in her pants?"

Kennedy just gave her an expectant look, complete with a tiny questioning headshake, as if waiting for her to answer herself. Faith parodied the look perfectly, making Kennedy sigh and roll her eyes.

"Well, maybe if you put your energy into doing couple-y stuff and getting the smaller things right – like, dating – instead of into whining about how you're not getting any, Buffy wouldn't think that's all you were interested in."

"I don't have time to do that!"

"You mean you don't want to make time to do that," Kennedy countered.

Faith's eyes narrowed dangerously. "No, I didn't mean that. Anyway, who the hell are you to be giving me advice? B and I are gonna be fine, eventually, when I figure all this shit out. But you… you can want the whole damn enchilada as much as you like, but it doesn't mean jack if she won't let you get anywhere near her."

"Yeah, but if you can't go on a date without nearly splitting up and you refuse to talk her about anything, how does that make your situation better than mine?"

"You really wanna know?" Faith straightened her stance. "A whole lotta tongue, that's what makes it better."

Kennedy took a half-step closer. "I don't expect you to understand it, because you have the emotional maturity of a six year old, but Willow and I have a deeper connection than that!"

"You and Red have no connection. Not since she found Oz's special tickle spot again."

Furious, Kennedy pushed her hard enough to make her fall back against one of the punching bags and set it swinging. The heavy bag pushing away from her back confused her balance further and despite doing her best she ended up with her ass planted on the floor.

Flipping easily back to her feet, Faith laughed gleefully and just as you could see Kennedy wondering what was so funny, her right fist on Kennedy's left cheek.

Now she had found another outlet for her frustration!

"So, in fact, it should all be fairly straightforward," Giles said as he set the shallow clay dishes of ingredients around the bed.

"I hate the word fairly," Xander said. "'Really' is a word I can get behind and 'very' is solid too, but 'fairly'? That's just like British for sixty-forty."

Seeing Willow's expression get even more panicky, he quickly added, "Which, hey, is way better than forty-sixty, or fifty-fifty even."

Buffy looked up from the index cards she was shuffling through to give him a pointed look. "I thought you were in a hurry?"

He gave her a one-eyed frowny-glare, not wanting Willow to think he was trying to rush through this. "I've got time. Sure you can tear yourself away from your recipes long enough though?"

"I'm just checking they're all here! Unless you're not bothered about having lunch tomorrow? What am I saying; you'll probably be needed to prop up the bar at Barnies, right?"

Old Xander would have winced at that, new Xander still did, but only on the inside.

"If it's a choice between eating a nice, well-cooked peaceful lunch and trying to chew through your turkey while dodging things trying to kill me, yep I choose Barnies."

"Pack it in, Children!"

Xander did wince from Giles' snap. He hadn't called them children in ages. Glancing from Giles to Willow, and seeing her looking sicker than ever, he took the rebuke without comment and dropped his head.

Buffy did the same, pocketing the recipes ready to get serious.

"As I was saying," Giles continued. "The spell itself is really just a simple reversal spell. The only reason I had so much trouble figuring it out is because the original was an archaic French version of a Chaotic Nerve spell."

"Chaotic Nerve?" Buffy asked.

Giles nodded. "It does pretty much as we feared. Attacks the central magical nerves of the victim and makes them, well, act chaotically."

"But that means it can't have been something natural to the demons." Willow's voice seemed to grow and fade in strength with every word.

"Indeed. It's far more likely that someone deliberately cast that spell over the Meluthian Hedraysin the hopes that whoever fought them would become infected."

Xander looked up sharply. "So someone targeted Willow?"

"Not necessarily. That would mean that someone had intentionally brought those demons here and manipulated us into fighting them."

"That's not impossible," Buffy said.

"No, but as we have no knowledge of any enemies here I don't think it will pay us to waste time speculating. We know they are migratory, making it also possible the spell was put on the demons at some other time for quite a different purpose. Right now I propose we concentrate on getting Willow better. Everything else can wait until later."

"Let's get started then," Willow said, before asking. "Should I be handcuffed again? Just in case?"

Giles shook his head. "No, the spell won't take more than a few minutes and we need to hold hands in any case. The reversal spell needs to travel between all the people struck by the original spell so that it can earth itself in you as it did the first time."

Willow held her hands up eagerly and Giles and Buffy both clasped one. Xander reluctantly took Buffy free hand – reminding himself he was doing this for Willow. Giles used a cheap plastic lighter to light a fat candle lodged between Willow's knees and then touched a flame to each of the dishes of ingredients, making them spit as they caught fire. Glittery, mauve-coloured clouds of smoke began to stream up from the dishes and swirl around the room. Putting the lighter back in his pocket, Giles held his hand out and Xander took it.

Smirking a little at their hand-holding circle, he quipped, "Well, I'm thankful for the beautiful smoke we have tonight."

"I'm not," Willow moaned, wrinkling her nose and sniffing slightly.

Glancing at her worriedly, Giles began a fast-paced monotonic chant.

"Quick, Giles," Willow said weakly.

Xander was staring at her anxiously now, and with a quick turn of his head he noticed Buffy was too.

Willow sniffed again and Giles chant grew even more rapid.

Seeing everyone's concerned looks, she said, "I'm okay. Don't stop! It's just the smoke. I'll be okay." She was screwing her nose this way and that now as she spoke.

"Just think about something else," Xander suggested. "Like concentrate on wriggling your toes instead."

"Okay."

With the way her nose was twitching it obviously wasn't working.

Waving the hand of Willow's he was holding, Giles tried to convey he just needed a couple more minutes. It gave Buffy an idea and she wiggled her index finger free of Willow's hand while reaching up to pinch Willow's nose.

She nearly had it between her thumb and fore finger when Willow sucked in an "Oh no!" and sneezed hard enough to blow the candle out.

The room was way darker than it should have been. Surely Willow couldn't have sneezed the electric light out too?

Buffy said "Ew!" at the sneeze coating her hand.

Willow said, "I'm not in the chimney again, am I?"

Giles said, "Hang on a moment." Then flicked his lighter back on.

Xander looked around at the wall of a cave covered in primitive, dark-red graffiti and then at the four frightened, hairy, naked people staring back at them and said:

"Oh, Gesundheit!"

[End of Act Two]

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