Wow, long delay. Sorry about that. This was supposed to be a quick episode but I guess it hasn't worked out that way. Anyway, there's one more segment of act 3 after this one and I'm hoping to get it posted by Christmas, but if not definitely New Year :)

Kennedy had finally calmed Goorzar down enough after Faith had disappeared out the back door. She was in the corner in her bed box, put there again now that she and Willow weren't sharing a room and Andrew was out of town. Goorzar had a tea towel over her head and was whimpering a little from beneath it. She was still squatting by the box, patting the tea towel and looking around at the mess of a kitchen when Faith came back in the door, dripping icy rain water, with Oz following behind. Goorzar stiffened and Kennedy gently held her head beneath the towel, although her own tension probably didn't reassure the demon.

"I thought I said…"

"Shut up, Kennedy. Dog's in the training barn for the time being but I ain't leaving Oz out there too just 'cause you have a problem." Faith went down to the cupboard under the stairs but spoke to Oz over her shoulder. "So that's all we know. They went out somewhere together last night and we ain't seen them since."

"That's… odd."

"Ya think," Kennedy muttered under her breath.

Faith came back up with a couple of clean towels and chucked one to Oz as she started drying off her hair with the other. They both moved to the other end of the kitchen.

"Yeah. Giles had this big spell idea to help Willow so we figure they've gone off to get some help with it seeing as our big witch can't do any mojo herself just now."

"That makes sense. Any idea who they've gone to?"

Faith started to shake her head but Kennedy stood up and spoke first.

"Faith just said we don't know where any of them are. In fact, Thanksgiving is probably cancelled so if you had a fall back invitation, you should probably accept it."

Faith rolled her eyes. "Thanksgiving ain't cancelled, it's just delayed." And then she pushed away from the counter, taking charge. "In fact as much as I hate all this domestic crap, we should probably start clearing this shit up to save B time when she gets back. You guys get on that, I'm gonna try their cell phones again, see if I get any better luck time."

Kennedy glared at the instructions but Faith was gone through the swing door before she could argue. So she started clearing plates and dishes from the table to set beside the sink and ran some hot water for washing up – Buffy hadn't left any clean dishware to use at all.

Oz helped her, ignoring her unfriendly glares. How had she ended up stuck in the kitchen alone with him? The day had started so optimistically but had gone serious downhill from there.

"Did you try calling her Wiccan friends?" Oz asked as he scraped some burnt remains from an oven dish into the garbage. "Someone else might know where they are."

"We don't have any numbers."

He nodded as he took the dish to the sink. "Did you look for Willow's address book?"

Kennedy slid the empty yam dish into the hot water and spun to him. "Of course I looked for her address book. I'm not stupid!"

He simply nodded again and started wiping down the table, catching the bit and pieces of ingredients in his palm. She squirted some detergent into the bowl and began to scrub the dirty dishes. After a minute the silence started getting to her – in the way that inside she was so on edge with his quiet presence that she wanted to smash the damn dishes instead of washing them.

It got so bad, she blurted, "I know you're into her."

Oz took his time answering; when he did his tone wasannoyingly casual. "Willow?"

"Of course Willow!"

"I've been into her since the first moment I saw her."

"Me too!" She said it so harshly it didn't hold an ounce of the real emotion his admission had. "I love her!"

"Me too," he said softly.

And that's how her answer should have come out. She cursed herself silently, washing the dishes with more vigour than they really needed, sending bubbles up into the air.

"You had your chance."

"And you've had yours."

A plate broke in her hands underwater. She slid the two sides down either side of the bowl, hiding them, and continued to wash up.

"I'm not going to give up fighting for her," she warned him.

"Okay."

How could he be so infuriatingly calm? He sounded as if she'd vowed to fight for the TV remote, not the love of their lives! She spun to him again, spraying suds across the kitchen floor.

"I mean it. I'm not giving up. Willow and I belong together!"

He was wiping the breakfast counter now and only had to glance up to be facing her.

"Okay," he repeated. "I don't want to fight you, Kennedy. I'd rather let Willow make her decision and hope it goes in my favour but if you want to make things physical again I can't stop you."

Kennedy stepped closer, hands still dripping bubbles. "No, you can't."

Oz straightened up as if expecting an attack immediately. He was still only an inch or so taller than her but she knew if he let the wolf out of the box he'd grow a couple of feet and have claws as sharp as five razors attached to his hands and feet.

She licked her lips, feeling the slayer rise in her as her anger increased. It was stupid to fight him, she knew that on nearly every level, but on the slayer level it made perfect sense.

"I don't want to fight you either," she ground out. "But if you don't promise to back off from Willow right now I will. And this time there won't be anyone around to stop us."

He had the audacity to give her a friendly smile. "I was winning last time anyway."

She took another step forward and saw him tense. "She belongs with me. She's just confused because you're around."

"So, maybe she's confused for a good reason."

"I don't think so."

Kennedy took another step forward and she saw the change in his eyes. Nowhere else yet, but the shape of his eyes had changed slightly and their colour was different. Not the sulphur yellow eyes of a vampire but a golden colour. They would actually be really pretty if you didn't know they belonged to a werewolf.

On the other side of the room, Goorzar's whimpering grew louder.

"Once I've changed," Oz's quiet tone was a quiet warning. "I only have so much control over my actions."

"I thought you were all domesticated now," Kennedy mocked him.

She took another step forward as she grabbed a long-tined fork from the side. She felt weird arming herself against Oz but when he armed himself her fork would look like a kiddie's toy.

"I'm… better, but I'm still a wolf."

"So back off!" she snapped, taking another step closer.

"No!" he growled, and it was actually a growl now. "Walk away, Kennedy." And that came out mostly as a growl too. "Now!"

"Not a chance."

She stepped closer again until she could actually see the hair follicles sprouting slowly on his face. She could see how hard he was trying to rein in his inner self but it wasn't going to work for much longer.

Faith suddenly swept back through the swing door, took one look at the situation and shouted, "Hey, you two, heel!"

The four of them landed in an ungainly heap together in the middle of someone's overgrown garden. Xander was the first to extricate himself angrily and scrambled away through the long grass. He sat with his back to them, his head in his hands.

Giles watched him a moment before moving himself. Crawling away from Buffy and Willow he tried to stand, but it was too much effort and so he slumped onto his side instead to recover.

There had been subtle signs that he was getting to old for this, for what – three years? It was one of the reasons why he had left Sunnydale in the first place. He would be Buffy's Watcher until the day he died, or the day she died, but active Watching was a strenuous job and most Watchers' didn't have their Slayer's come back from the dead once, much less twice. Not that he would want Buffy anything but alive obviously but trying to rebuild the Council with little constructive support from England was a hard enough job on its own without the added stress of teleporting all over history in a single night.

"Where are we?" Willow asked blearily.

She was looking decidedly greener. In fact almost the same shade as the grass stalks surrounding them. All of the teleporting was wearing her down, aggravating the bad magick already coursing through her. Much more of it and her own natural reserves would be depleted completely. Giles wasn't sure what would happen then. They might still continue to bounce around times and dimensions with Willow growing progressively worse until she died. Or, looking on the bright side, they might just stop teleporting altogether and be stuck in another time and place until something else killed them – he sighed as Buffy and Willow started bickering almost as soon as their eyes were open – or they killed each other.

"You had no right!" Xander suddenly shouted in a bitterly angry, tear-stricken voice.

Giles glanced at the girls but they both appeared too surprised to move so he took it upon himself to crawl on his hands and knees the six feet to Xander. "You didn't belong there, Xander. It wasn't your time or your place."

"It would've worked out," Xander sounded confident despite covering his face with his hands. "I'd have learned the language eventually. Anya would have come around."

Giles shook his head. "You would never have been happy there."

"I'm not happy now!" Xander raised his head to glare at him. "Don't you get that? At least there I had a chance at a fresh start."

"And no way of leaving when it did not work out."

"Oh, so you just assume I'd have failed there too, huh? Thanks a lot!"

"You haven't failed here!" Giles snapped, becoming exasperated with him as quickly as everyone else seemed to these days. He took a breath to rein his irritation in before he spoke again. "And you are only so determined to see everything negatively because you're simply not thinking straight! Look, Xander, I promise you, there are ways through this. You can be as happy again, with your f…" he stopped himself from saying family, "…friends as you were before, I assure you, but first we all need to concentrate on getting home."

"Um, guys," Willow called for their attention. "That might be easier than you think."

"Excuse me?"

"We are home," Buffy explained.

He looked around in surprise. They were right.

Startled by the interruption Kennedy automatically wheeled back a few steps. Oz turned to Faith, smiling at the command.

"For both your sakes I'm gonna forget what I just saw," Faith said, irritably. "And look what I found." She held up Buffy's cell phone. "Red's is in her room too. Guess they didn't want us phoning them."

"Why wouldn't they?" Oz asked.

Faith shrugged. "Three of them have been acting weird for weeks. So… here's a radical suggestion: let's get the hell out of here."

Kennedy dried her hands off on a tea towel. "What? Why?"

"'Cause they obvious did ditch us for whatever reason and I ain't hanging around here all day playing ref to you two."

"What's the alternative?" Oz asked.

"Goin' to Barnies for a few." Faith didn't wait for a discussion before going to fetch her coat.

"What if the others come home?" Kennedy asked.

"They'll call us. Or they won't."

She was kinda passed caring now. She had been looking forward to a big if probably weird day with Buffy; and Buffy had disappeared without even saying bye. So screw it. If she wasn't getting her big fancy dinner, she was gonna go have the next best thing – a bottle of Jack Daniel's and a beer for dessert. And at least she wouldn't have to make any kind of stupid sentimental effort down at the bar.

She threw Kennedy her coat, and as she caught it, the younger slayer said, "I don't know."

"What's not to know?" Faith shrugged into her coat. "Anyway I'm going. You two can stay here and kill each other, and then neither of you gets Willow, or you can come with. Your call."

Faith left through the back door. Kennedy and Oz shared an awkward, hostile glance before following.

The garden they were in was their very own back garden. From here he could see the back of the boy's dormitory and the large side of the training barn, and if he stretched his neck up to see over the tall grass and the unruly hedge he could see the house.

"We're in the training field." He looked around again, focusing a little closer to his face. "Xander, don't I pay you to keep these lawns short? I seem to remember a rather costly sit-on mower appearing on your credit card statement several months ago."

"And I use it, regularly!" Xander snapped, his stubborn tone turned weaker as he looked around at the long grass. "We have had a lot of rain recently…"

"It wasn't this long yesterday," Buffy backed him up. "I ran through here after patrol." she stood up and looked around. "And I don't remember that big hole being in the side of the house either."

"Big hole!" He and Xander said at the same time with equal worry as they all stood up to take a look.

It was fairly big, about six feet high and three or four across. It had been covered with strong, green garbage bags nailed to the wall of the house, the edges of which flapped in the breeze.

"Well, we did leave Faith and Kennedy alone together." Willow shrugged groggily, still making no attempt to stand. "They could easily be the cause of a big hole."

Xander shook his head. "It's not recent and the roof's sagging in places and the veranda's been torn through on that side."

"And there are at least three windows that I can see smashed." Giles added. Two were covered over with some kind of clear plastic and another downstairs – his bedroom? – was simply boarded up.

"Maybe Faith had a party while were gone." Seeing no one else smile with her, Buffy turned serious. "Okay, so right place, wrong time. Now how do we figure out what the time actually is? If we're only a couple of months out maybe we can just stay here and deal with it."

"What if we're in the past?" Willow asked. "Then there'll be two you's, two Giles', two Xander's and two me's wandering around here all at the same time!"

"Okay, Willow," Giles said as soothingly as possible. "Let's just deal with one problem at a time."

"Well, we've already moved here, so we can't be that far in the past," Xander said, pointing. "There's a curtain in the boy's dorm. and that's our truck."

The top of the large vehicle could just be seen over the hedge. Giles helped Willow up and they wandered through the gap to take a look. It was a lot dirtier than Xander usually allowed it get and there was a large dent and some scratched paint on the left fender.

"So, we know we have already moved in," Giles summarised, "And the house hasn't looked like that since we've been here, despite some of Goorzar's best efforts. So I conclude that we are in the future."

"It's cold, wintry even. Still a few leaves on the trees though." Buffy looked up, studying the quality of the light. "Probably gonna be dark in a few hours. I'd say late in the year, maybe November."

"I'd say today exactly, a year from now, or a year from where we should be anyway."

Giles looked over. "How can you be so precise?"

Xander closed the drivers' door of the truck. "Clock on the dashboard displays the date. And you guys thought I brought this truck just to enhance my manhood."

"Ah, very resourceful, Xander."

Xander didn't look as impressed as Giles sounded. He was staring up at the dilapidated house again. "Yeah, obviously not all my skills match up."

Giles looked up too as he mused, "This much damage in a year."

"Must have been a heavy year," said Buffy.

"Must have been a lazy year," Willow said, not quite glaring accusingly at Xander.

He had no problems glaring straight back at her. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well… well… how come the house is in such disrepair? Isn't it like your sole job to keep it not looking like this?"

"Maybe you're still wonky," he shot back. "Maybe you blew that hole in the wall last week with your magicks and blew up the veranda yesterday and… and crashed my truck trying to drive it with no hands!"

As Willow and Xander moved closer to each other, still yelling, Buffy stepped between them, pushing each one back a little.

"Okay, you two arguing? Getting boring."

"Like you can…" Willow began.

"Fine! All three of us arguing is getting way beyond boring and I'm sick of listening to it, and being a part of it. So if you can't get over it just shut up about it until we get home and can go our separate ways, okay?"

"Separate ways?" Willow asked in a small, worried voice.

"I just meant to our bedrooms or something, get some space for a little while." Buffy ran a hand through her hair as she quietly added. "But if we just can't all get along anymore then maybe we should… I don't know, stop trying, or take a break, or something."

They both stared at her in surprise and then Xander turned to Giles, waving his hand dismissively at Buffy.

"Yeah, these are the friends that are gonna remind me what a joy life is."

"Everyone's upset right now…"

That was all Giles managed before all three of them began arguing with each other again. He let them continue, they needed to get it out of their systems one way or another. While he rubbed his temples to stave off the headache they and the teleporting were causing he wandered closer to the house for a look at the hole.

It was only when he heard shouting coming from inside also that he realised how foolish they were being. He had never studied time travel – never believing it to be possible – but he had read enough science fiction books when he was younger to fear that coming face to face with their older selves could have very disastrous results.

He lingered long enough to determine it was Dawn and Reece who were yelling angrily at one another before hurrying back to the others.

"Shhh!" he tried first as he approached, but they were arguing to loudly to hear him. "Shut! Up!" he hissed instead, grabbing Buffy's arm to make them listen. "We have to hide!"

She pulled her arm away, demanding, "Why?"

"We're in there!" he said, his voice slightly hysterical as he pointed at the house. "And it could be calamitous if we are seen."

All four of them went to stand behind the boy's dormitory, out of sight of the house.

"Well, at least we know we made it back from… uh, here," Xander said.

"Did you actually see us?" Buffy asked. "What does my hair look like?" When everyone looked at her incredulously she shrugged. "What? I've been thinking of changing my style and if someone can tell me in advance it looks good I won't be so worried when I go to the salon."

Giles shook his head. "I didn't actually see anyone but I quite clearly heard Dawn arguing with Reece."

"So they're still together, then." Buffy sighed and then perked up slightly. "Did you see Faith?"

It was Giles time to sigh. "As I said I didn't see anyone…"

"We should get closer," Xander interrupted.

Giles looked at him. "Why?"

"I don't know, it just sounds…" He shrugged. "Oh, come on! Does anyone here not want to know what we have to say a year from now?"

"I'm in," Buffy said at once.

"It could be very dangerous," Giles began. "If we hear something that affects the way we live our lives from now it could bend the universe, er, out of shape possibly."

"He's right," Willow said and then added brightly. "Who's for bending the shape of the universe?"

Buffy and Xander both held up their hands.

Giles took the time to look at each of them in turn. "Are you really all that miserable with the way things are now?"

"Not miserable, per se," Willow said slowly.

"I am," Xander said flatly.

"We're all just a little…" Buffy began, trailed off, and started again in a different direction. "We had lives in Sunnydale now we're… We don't fit into our present's anymore."

"Your presents?" Giles frowned. "This is all about not fitting into the sweater Willow brought you last Christmas?"

"Noooo! Our present's! Where we should be right now. It doesn't feel right. It never feels right! Willow can't do magick without getting sick. Xander's drinking himself into an early grave. I can't seem to do a damn thing right for anyone, especially not myself or the woman I supposedly love – and I'm not even slaying! We're all falling apart, we're lost Giles," she finished quietly.

"And you think risking the fate of the universe will help with that?" he asked slowly.

When Buffy just looked down at her hands, Willow answered. "She just thinks that maybe if we got a clue as to what the future holds for us, it would help us… get there, maybe."

Giles stared into space for a while, contemplating their argument and trying to gauge all of the things that could go wrong and if there were any ways of comply with their wishes while avoiding negative outcomes. In the end he came to the simple conclusion of: No.

"I strongly advise against this." Buffy continued to look at him like a hopeful puppy as if he hadn't spoken. "But," he said on a sigh. "If it's something you all truly feel you have to do we must at least be very careful when approaching the house."

"We could camouflage ourselves," Xander suggested. "Put grass in our hair. Mud on our faces. Kind of thing."

"I said be very careful, not make ourselves look like twerps!"

That drew a grin from Xander but he looked down almost at once as if he wasn't comfortable with it on his face.

"Okay, lets not make this harder than it needs to be," Buffy decided for all of them. "We'll go around the back of this dorm. From the other side it's the shortest point to the corner of the house. Your bedroom window is boarded up, Giles, so if we stay in front of it no one is going to see us from the inside. We'll linger there; see what we can hear, and then crawl around the sides."

"Crawl?" Willow asked, not thrilled.

"Crawl. And listen at the windows. Hopefully that way we won't accidentally get seen by ourselves."

Giles wasn't overjoyed about crawling around in the mud either but it was the safest way. "Fair enough, but I want to make this very clear, when we are by the house none of us can speak. No matter what we hear or see we must remain as silent as is possible to prevent being noticed."

They nodded and then the four of them took the route to the house that Buffy had laid out. Almost as if they had practised it, three of them pressed their ears close to the green garbage bags while Willow hung back just a step or two to act as a look out, continuously glancing first one way and then the other. Reece and Dawn were still rowing inside.

"There's a bloody great hole in the wall, Dawn. We have to do something about it!"

Dawn's response went unheard.

"Yes, well, you might not mind sleeping in a draught but I bloody do! That's it; I'm calling around first thing in the morning."

Again there was a pause that was presumably being filled by Dawn.

Reece sounded like he was trying to keep his voice calmer when he spoke again. "I know it's his job, but he isn't here, is he!"

Suddenly Dawn's voice carried shrilly through the plastic bags. "Oh, that's just nice! Today of all days you throw that in my face!"

"Dawn, I didn't…"

"Go to hell, you bastard!"

A door slammed.

"Shit!

The four of them looked at each other. Buffy grinned, apparently pleased with Dawn's anger, or maybe just who it was directed at. Xander mouthed, 'My job?' as he pointed at himself, causing Willow to shrug.

Giles just wondered why it sounded as if Reece and Dawn had moved into his bedroom. Dawn had a perfectly good room of her own upstairs but not half as large so he couldn't imagine himself readily agreeing to swap. Even if that was the case, even a year in the future Dawn wasn't old enough to be sharing a room with any boy, let alone Reece, she would hardly be out of high school. Surely Buffy would never allow it.

On Buffy's cue they all got to their hands and knees and began a fast crawl along the side of the house as far as his office window. They listened intently. At first there was nothing but then the clear sound of Dawn crying followed by the door opening and Rona's voice carrying faintly through the closed window.

"We heard all that."

"Sorry."

"You don't have to apologise, Dawn, we just wanted to make sure you're… okay."

"I'm not. The one day I need him more than ever and he has to be a complete asshole."

"He's always an asshole."

Dawn chuckled. "Not always."

"Sure he is. Fucker thinks he owns this place now just 'cause he's the only with ties to London."

"Yeah, well, without them we'd be screwed, so..."

"Bull. He's just a rolodex. Far as us Slayers are concerned you're running this show now." There was another sniffled chuckle from Dawn before Rona added. "Come on, Charlie Brown's Thanksgivin' is about to start. Miranda made cocoa."

When the room was silent, all four of them sat in the mud staring at each other forlornly, thanks in part to Dawn's distress, but largely because of what had been said.

"What…?" Buffy began.

Giles shook his head quickly, whispering, "No, we must wait until we are away from the house to discuss it."

"Then lets go back behind the dorm," Xander whispered.

"No! We don't know what's going on yet," Willow whispered.

"I think its pretty clear what's going on!" said Xander, forgetting to keep his voice low.

"No arguing!" Giles hissed and they both shut their mouths guiltily.

"Let's try the kitchen." Buffy started crawling again.

They went around the corner and all the way to the far end. The kitchen had windows on two sides of the house and by staying at this corner they could dart one way if someone came through the back door and the other way if someone came up the driveway. Not that Giles was entirely sure he could dart anywhere, his knees were already aching.

Andrew could be heard talking in the kitchen. It was only his voice for so long that at first Giles assumed he was in there talking to himself.

Until they heard Faith growl, "Yeah, whatever, Andy. I don't fuckin' care!"

He saw Buffy about to jump up but she caught herself at the last minute and stayed squatting, tense on the balls of her feet.

"I only asked if you thought I should add some ham to the turkey for him," Andrew sounded both harried and sympathetic.

"I dunno, ain't ham bad for dogs?"

"I'm sure a werewolf constitution can handle it. And it's just that once we've all had some there won't be much turkey left."

"He can have mine, I ain't eating."

"You have to eat, Faith!"

"I ate yesterday, I'll probably eat tomorrow. I ain't eating today!" There was the sound of a bottle tapping against glass and then nothing for a few seconds. Faith cleared her throat and then said, "He probably won't turn up anyway. Dude's been feral for a year. Just seems right we should put something out, ya know?"

'Oz?' Willow mouthed, clearly distressed.

"Here, quit fuckin cooking for a minute and have a drink."

"I have to keep basting the bird…"

"I need to have a fuckin toast and I ain't looking like an ass doing it alone!" Faith growled at him.

A new voice suddenly said, "I'll take over the basting. Just show us how quick."

Giles eyes widened. Craig was still here. He had only been due to stay for a few months. Obviously he found a way to worm out of going back to England and taking up his meagre responsibilities there. It was typical of the boy.

"No, you need to keep your ass right where it's at and do what you're doing," Faith snapped at him.

"S'okay, Faith," Craig continued, and they heard a chair scraping back. "I figured out the spell we need to use."

"Really?" Faith drawled, not believing him.

"Yeah. If we use a restoration spell we can turn things back by at least four or five months. It'll be painful for a little while, cos we literally get reversed… like, er, rewinding a video tape but not as quick."

Willow's eyes went wide and she said under her breath. "We can't use that spell! Painful is an understatement! And I've only read proof of it working like twice without the spell caster being literally turned inside out!"

Giles shushed her so he could continue to hear the conversation in the kitchen.

"Will it bring them back?" Faith asked, her voice hollow.

There was what seemed to be a lengthy uncomfortable pause before Craig said, "No. Even timesing the ingredients by ten won't take us back far enough for that and multiplying them any further will make the whole thing too unstable. It might not work at all then. Or it might just kill us all."

"You sure?" Faith sounded desperate. "How well have you fuckin researched it?"

"You know he's been researching it for six months, Faith!" Andrew sounded frustrated. "Non-stop! He hasn't slept more than three nights a week for the past month!"

"Sorry if I'm cutting into your happy, gay sex time, Andrew but this is damn important, alright?"

"We know," Craig said calmly. "But this is really the best I can do. I'm not Willow Rosenberg! It won't take us all the way back but it'll undo the last six months of damage and we'll keep our memories so we'll know what's coming and can fight it better."

"Yeah, sure whatever. Andy, grab the shot glasses."

There was a clink, clink, clink as three of them were set on the table and then a glug, glug, glug as something was poured into them.

"Think you can manage to drink and baste at the said time? Good. Okay, I ain't good at this shit but it has to be done. Kennedy, wherever you are… You know I never much liked you, but… You didn't deserve to go out like that, girl." Faith's voice broke a little. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you. And I'm sure, wherever Oz is at if he was human right now he'd be thanking you for… you know, what you did for him."

Faith continued to talk but it was lost to Giles as Willow fell forward, crying into the mud.

His heart went out to her, it went out for himself too – he liked Kennedy – but right now more practical measures had to take precedence.

"We have to get her away from here fast, before she draws attention to us," he whispered, trying to pull Willow up by her arm.

"No!" Willow wailed, not wanting to be moved in her grief.

Buffy took over, hauling Willow up and into her arms. Xander helped steady her weight and together they all ran for the cover of the boys' dorm.

Just in case I don't get the next bit up before: Happy Holidays!