(Willow enters Oz's room. Oz is packing.)

WILLOW: Hello.

OZ: Hi.

WILLOW: What are you doing?

OZ: I'm going.

WILLOW: Now?

OZ: Mm-hmm.

WILLOW: That's your solution?

OZ: That's my decision.

WILLOW: Don't I get any say in this?

OZ: No. Veruca was right about something. The wolf is inside me all the time, and I don't know where that line is anymore between me and it. And until I figure out what that means, I shouldn't be around you... Or anybody.

WILLOW: (Crying.) Well, that could be a problem 'cause people... Kind of a planetary epidemic.

OZ: I'll find someplace.

WILLOW: Well, how long?

OZ: I don't know.

WILLOW: Oz... Don't you love me?

OZ: My whole life... I've never loved anything else.

(he kisses her forehead, heads out)

WILLOW: Oz... Oh, god. Oz...

(Willow is left standing crying. Oz walks out and puts his bag in his van. He gets in and starts the van. He pauses then cuts the engine looking like he's about to break. Then he collects himself, starts the van again and drives away.)

• Angsty Traumatic Confrontations
• Willow & Oz

written by: Marti Noxon; Transcribed by: Jillian Tatterton . Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/62wildatheart.html