(dark room. Xander kneels, arms secured behind his back.)

SNYDER: Where are you from, Harris?

XANDER: Well, the basement, mostly.

SNYDER: Were you born there?

XANDER: Possibly.

SNYDER: I walked by your guidance counselor's office one time. A bunch of you were sitting there ... waiting to be shepherded.

SNYDER: I remember it smelled like dead flowers. Like decay. Then it hit me. The hope of our nation's future is a bunch of mulch.

XANDER: You know, I never got the chance to tell you how glad I was you were eaten by a snake.

SNYDER: Where are you heading?

XANDER: (shrugs uncertainly) Well, I'm supposed to meet Tara and Willow.

XANDER: And possibly Buffy's mom.

SNYDER: Your time is running out.

XANDER: No, I'm just trying to get away. There's ... something I can't fight.

SNYDER: Are you a soldier?

XANDER: (shakes head) I'm a comfortador.

SNYDER: (contemptuous) You're neither. You're a whipping boy. Raised by mongrels and set on a sacrificial stone.

XANDER: (nods) I'm getting a cramp.

• Prophetic/Mystical/Hallucinary Dreams
• Xander's identy issues & insecurities

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