(Anay & Xander walk to Willow & Taras room)

ANYA: So ... what do we do?

XANDER: I'm not sure. We'll, uh, talk to Giles.

ANYA: Xander, what will *we* do? What will *we* be expected to do?

(Xander looks at her but doesn't answer. He walks up to the door of room 213. The door is slightly ajar. Xander knocks, pushes it open and enters.)

XANDER: Hey.

(Xander and Willow hug while Tara and Anya stand there looking uncomfortable. They pull apart. )

XANDER: How you doing?

(Willow shrugs, shakes her head and rolls her eyes, hugging herself. )

XANDER: I know the feeling.

WILLOW: I'm afraid I'm gonna start to cry again.

ANYA: (softly) Xander cried at the apartment. It was weird.

WILLOW: I-i-it's a, it's a thing we do.

ANYA: What's going to happen?

WILLOW: Well, I ... I guess we're gonna ... meet them at the morgue, (whispers) That's where they were ... taking ... her.

TARA: Um, Giles said that he, he was gonna go with Joyce, and Buffy was gonna go to ... the school to ... tell Dawn.

XANDER: God.

TARA: Do you know how to, how to get-

XANDER: Yeah. It's at the hospital, it's a wing. We do morgue time in the Scooby gang.

WILLOW: I have to change.

(She removes her cardigan, tosses it aside, goes off to get another shirt.)

XANDER: What else did Giles say?

TARA: (shrugs, shakes her head) Not a lot.

XANDER: Are they sure this was ... natural? I mean, Glory.

TARA: Uh, Giles was pretty sure that it wasn't, wasn't her.

XANDER: But, I mean, she said she was gonna come after Buffy's family.

TARA: I don't-

XANDER: I mean, we should be going after her. I mean, she coulda done it, and, and, covered her tracks.

WILLOW: Why would she? She'd want us to know.

XANDER: I'll tell you what it is. It's the frickin' doctors. I mean, they just let her out, you know? Clean bill of health. Dig a hole in your skull. Here's a band-aid. Next!

WILLOW: (OS) Xander...

XANDER: They should have checked her over, they should have had her in. Well, don't we have enough monsters in this town, the doctors gotta help 'em out?

WILLOW: Xander, I-I don't think it was ... any ... it just happened.

XANDER: Things don't happen! (frowns) I mean ... they don't *just* happen. Somebody... I mean, somebody's got...

WILLOW: Okay. (puts up her fists) Let's go. Come on, you and me. Come on.

(Xander stares at her, then sighs. He walks over to her, kisses her on the forehead.)

XANDER: You know I can't take you.

WILLOW: Damn straight.

• Dealing with Joyce's death
• Xander & Willow

written by: Joss Whedon; transcribed by Joan the English Chick . Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/94thebody.html