(Giles' apartment. Giles alarm goes off. We see legs going down the stairs)

GILES: (yawning) I feel like hell in the morning.

( When he looks in the mirror at the bottom of the steps, he sees a demon looking back at him)

GILES: Uh! Wha-- Wha--

(he touches his horns)

GILES: No!

(Leaning closer to the mirror he puts a hand on the wall and his now clawed hand goes through it.)

GILES: Damn!

(suddenly, he realizes what's happened)

GILES: Ethan.

(He goes to pick up the phone and it shatters in his hand before he can lift it to his ear. He drops it and moves to pick up his shirt from the floor. He struggles to get into the sleeves and when he tries to shrug into it his now jutting, ridged, spine rips it down the middle.)

GILES: (grimacing) Oh, and I liked that shirt!

(He trades the shredded shirt for a thick flannel blanket and wraps it around his shoulders as he heads for the door. He grabs the handle and the door comes off its hinges, but Giles is beyond caring at this point and steps outside.)

written by: Jane Espenson; Transcribed by Joseph B. Full transcript at:
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