BUFFY: Cassie's records all show the same thing. Good grades, good kid, then all of a sudden not so good grades, absenteeism, comments about apathy and depression?

XANDER: So, the question is, what changed?

BUFFY: Right. If she did have some sort of psychic vision, that would explain it.

WILLOW: Do you really think this girl is some kind of precog?

BUFFY: Oh, I don't know. I told you about the shirt, right?

XANDER: Buff, you spilled a cup of coffee. I'm not saying you don't have slayer grace, but it's not the first time.

WILLOW: I mean maybe, just maybe, you're trying so hard to help that you're seeing paranormal when there's just normal.

BUFFY: Maybe. But maybe not.

WILLOW: Want me to check her medical records?

BUFFY: Her doctor already sent them.

XANDER: Let me see that. Strep throat. Ear infections. Yeast infections. None of my business... no real info here.

WILLOW: Have you googled her yet?

XANDER: Willow, she's 17.

WILLOW: It's a search engine. Look. OK, let's see what "Cassie Newton" pulls up. Hey, look. Check this. She's got her own site.

XANDER: A day and a half of researching, and we finally try looking up her.

BUFFY: Wow, that's a lot of poems.

XANDER: Poems. Always a sign of pretentious inner turmoil.

WILLOW: (reading from the website) The sheets above me cool my skin like dirt on a mad woman's grave I rise into the moonlight white and watch the mirror stare Pale fish looks back at me Pale fish that will never swim My skin is milk for no man to drink My thighs unused unclenched This body is not ready yet But dirt waits for no woman and coins will buy no time I hear the chatter of the bugs. It's they alone will feast.

XANDER: OK, death is really on her brain.

DAWN: We all deal with death.

XANDER: This girl isn't just dealing, she's giving death a long, sloppy word-kiss. She has a yen for the big dirt-nap.

WILLOW: I don't know. I mean, a lot of teens post some pretty angsty poetry on the web. I mean, I even posted a melodramatic love poem or two back in the day.

XANDER: Love poems?

WILLOW: I'm over you now, sweetie.

XANDER: Love poems!

WILLOW: Look, all I'm saying is that this is normal teen stuff. You join chat rooms, you write poetry, you post Doogie Howser fan-fic. It's all normal, right? Let's see what other sites there are.

DAWN: You guys are way off track. I got a hunch on this one.

WILLOW: Oh, wait, no, here's something. No, that's Philip Newton.

BUFFY: No, that's her dad. Open it.

DAWN: Guys, I'm telling you. I got this case cracked wide-open. I got the perp fingered. I told you 'bout Mike Helgenberg, right?

BUFFY: Uh, that's the guy that asked her to the dance?

DAWN: Right. The one that keeps asking her to the dance. I'm thinking, who likes to be rejected? Nobody. I'm thinking, some people can't handle the rejection. I'm thinking that?

WILLOW: Hey, I got something. Whoa, drunk and disorderly, disturbing the peace?there's a lot of charges here.

BUFFY: Her dad's a drunk?

XANDER: A violent drunk?

BUFFY: We'd better find out. I have his address right... here. Got your keys?

XANDER: Yeah.

DAWN: Guys, I'm telling you, I'm liking Mike Helgenberg for the perp. Let's collar him before he? (Buffy and Xander are gone) lawyers up.

written by: Rebecca Kirshner; Transcribed by: CariCranberry. Edited by me. . Full transcript at:
http://www.buffyworld.com/buffy/season7/transcripts/126_tran.php