WILLOW: She's at home. She has to be. We're, we just need to get there, and she'll be there.

TARA: This is the fastest way?

XANDER: Absolutely.

TARA: You sure?

XANDER: Hey, I've done a lot of fleeing on these mean streets. I know all the shortcuts.

ANYA: I don't like this. Look, fire. Fire is rarely a sign of imminent safety.

WILLOW: I wish we were there already.

XANDER: Hey, hey, don't worry, ladies, I'll get us there just fine. My senses are primed for danger, and nothing's gonna- (Xander freaks as 3 demons on motorcycles pass uneventfully) I'm okay. (pats himself) Four. Four limbs.

ANYA: Well, at least the demons almost hit you on the way *out* of town.

XANDER: Yeah, now that their leader's gone they seem to be making with the big skedaddle.

WILLOW: I-it was Buffy, right? We, we saw her and it was really Buffy?

ANYA: I think we screwed it up. She's broken.

WILLOW: No! She's not broken! She's just .... disoriented from being ... tormented in some hell dimension. Probably tortured and ... It's like, we don't even know how much time has passed there for her, uh, possibly years. That's not something you just get over. Oh my God. What if she never gets over it?

ANYA: And you think of this now?

TARA: What are you thinking, Willow? That-that she's ... that she's not right, or, or maybe like, dangerous?

written by: Jane Espenson; transcribed by Joan the English Chick; action descriptions condensed by me. . Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/103afterlife.html