Willow watches as Buffy walks away toward a classroom with the two watchers.  She feels Oz with her as they follow behind in a path towards the exit.  She couldn’t believe it.  Buffy had traded the box for her.  She could have stopped the Ascension and instead she chose her, Willow, over all those other lives that would have been saved.  She had hugged her tight and quietly pushed her hair away from her face before following Wesley and Giles when they had asked to speak with her alone.  Of course, she had pulled some pages from the book, but she knew that right now Buffy was in trouble.

“Willow, are you alright?”  Oz squeezes her shoulder.

“Hmmm…oh yeah…I…I need to know what’s going on…” she looks at Oz trying to will him away, “I NEED to…do this alone.” 

“I…yeah…alone…well, I guess I get that…” Oz simply stares at her not comprehending at all, but since when did that ever make a difference when it came to Willow and Buffy.  He just knew there was some relationships you can’t come in between, “You have to look out for B-buffy…right.”  He pushes his hands into his pockets.

“I…don’t…” she starts.

“Hey…big happenings…all mixed…got it.”  He kisses her on the cheek and smiles a sad almost knowing smile and turns and walks away.

"I’m sorry,” Willow whispers to herself.

Willow creeps up to the library window where they have led Buffy for their ‘talk’. It worries her since rarely are there talks that don’t include them all.  She peeks through the small window not wanting to be seen.  She sees Buffy leaning against the windowsill as Wesley paces.  Giles is holding his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose.  Yep, not a good type of talk at all.  She strains to listen.

“Just what were you thinking?!”  Wes waves his hands in the air, “We had him.  We could have unequivocally halted his ascension…” he stops pacing looking at Giles, “Don’t you want to say anything here Giles?!”

“She did what she thought she had to…” he starts.

“Oh, save one life not multitudes?  She had to give him the box for one life versus millions? I see she thought she had to do that…” Wesley resumes pacing.