WILLOW: Tara? Tara, okay, this really isn't fu-

(A stake or dagger slashes through the curtain right by her face. She gasps, turns away. A hand covered in rags reaches out of the other curtain, tries to grab her. She's knocked to the floor. She screams and covers her head with her hands. Another hand reaches for her.)

BUFFY: Will!

(Buffy leaning through the curtains to grab her.)

WILLOW: Buffy! Oh god.

BUFFY: Come on.

(Buffy helps her up and through the curtain. They're in a Sunnydale High classroom.)

BUFFY: Stay low. What did it look like?

WILLOW: I don't know. I-I don't know what's after me.

BUFFY: Well, you must have *done* something.

WILLOW: No. I never do anything. I'm very seldom naughty. I, I just came to class, and, and the play was starting.

BUFFY: Play is long over. Why are you still in costume?

WILLOW: Okay, still having to explain wherein this is just my outfit.

BUFFY: Willow, everybody already knows. Take it off.

WILLOW: No. No. I need it.

BUFFY: Oh, for god's sake, just take it off.

(Spins Willow around and rips her clothes off.)

BUFFY: That's better. It's much more realistic.

HARMONY: See? Isn't everybody very clear on this now?

(We see Anya sitting next to Harmony, giggling. The whole class is giggling.) (Shot of Willow in her nerdy schoolgirl outfit and long straight hair from BTVS first season. Holding some paper.)

ANYA: My god, it's like a tragedy.

OZ: (to Tara) I tried to warn you.

ANYA: (still giggling) It's exactly like a Greek tragedy. There should only be Greeks.

WILLOW: My book report. This summer I, I read "The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe."

XANDER: (loudly, to ceiling) Oh, who cares?

(Willow looks hurt. Sound of giggling. Shot of Oz nuzzling Tara's cheek while she giggles.)

WILLOW: This book ha-has many themes...

(Something bursts onscreen and knocks Willow down. She screams. Shot of Buffy putting her head down on her arms on the desk, looking bored. Sound of Willow screaming and the attacker growling.)

WILLOW: Help! Help me!

(Xander looks bored. Oz & Tara smile at each other.)

WILLOW: Help me!

(As she struggles, Willow's skin turns wrinkly. Cut to the real Willow on the couch, asleep, twitching and making noises as if choking.)

• Prophetic/Mystical/Hallucinary Dreams

written by: Joss Whedon; Transcript by joan the english chick (pisces@englishchick.com). Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/78restless.html