(prison cell)

Lily: I always knew I would come here... sooner or later. I knew I belonged here.

BUFFY: Where?

Lily: Hell.

BUFFY: This isn't Hell.

Ken: Isn't it? What is Hell but the total absence of hope? The substance, the tactile proof of despair. You're right, Lily. This is where you've been heading all your life. Just like Rickie.

Lily: Rickie...?

Ken: He forgot you. Well, it took him a long time. He remembered your name years after he'd forgotten his own. But, in the end...

Lily: Years? But...

Ken: Oh. Uh, interesting thing: time moves more quickly here than in your reality. A hundred long years will pass here. On Earth, it's just a day.

BUFFY: So you just work us till we're too old and spit us back out.

Ken: That's the plan. See, Lily, you'll die of old age before anyone wonders where you went. Not that anyone will, that's why we chose you.

BUFFY: You didn't choose me.

Ken: No. But... I know you... *Anne*. So afraid. So pathetically determined to run away from whatever it is you used to be. To disappear. Congratulations. You got your wish.

written by: Joss Whedon; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/35anne.html