The DOORBELL CHIMES. As we follow Giles to the door we see the full breadth of the Magic Box. Shipments of potions, artifacts and books clutter the expansive shop. TARA arranges silken pillows in a corner. ANYA races across the room with a shrunken monkey head in one hand and a fizzy potion in the other.

ANYA
Who put the monkey head near the Styx
water? Do we want to pick exploded
monkey out of our hair?

She puts down the fizzing Styx water and pets the monkey's shriveled head, talking to it:

ANYA
Don't worry little guy. Anya's not
going to let that mean water hurt you.

The DOORBELL sounds again. Giles opens the door, admitting Willow and Buffy.

BUFFY
Trick or treat.

GILES
Hello you two, come on in.

WILLOW
Thank you kind proprietor.

They continue into the shop.

TARA
(to Willow)
Hey you.

WILLOW
(looking around)
Hey. Oh wow, this place is looking
so great. I feel like a witch in a
magic shop. Ooh, are those real newt eyes?

GILES
No, too rich for my blood, I'm
afraid. These are salamander eyes.
It's the cataracts which give them
their newt-like appearance.
(defensive)
They're really equally effective
though. It's just a matter of
overcoming snobberies.

XANDER
I'm telling you Giles, you gotta set
up a blind taste test, prove once and
for all that generic amphibian
eyeballs are just as good.

WILLOW
I don't know. If you ask me, the
newt name still means something.

GILES
Buffy. Are you ready to train?

BUFFY
You betcha.

Giles indicates the back of the shop with a nod of his head.

GILES
Shall we then?

BUFFY
We shall then.

They head to the back of the shop.

ANGLE ON WILLOW AND TARA as Willow takes a seat among the silken pillows.

TARA
I just keep thinking how cool it
would be if we could get a real
psychic to set up here and read
fortunes and stuff.

WILLOW
You should do it.

TARA
Not me. But I'd love to just watch
and learn from someone who's really
good, y'know.

WILLOW
You're good, I'll prove it! Here...

Willow puts out her hand.

WILLOW
Do me.

Tara takes Willow's hand, holds it gently, traces a line on her palm.

TARA
Hmmm.

WILLOW
What do you see?

TARA
Willow-hand...

Tara smiles at it lovingly and they stay like that... just holding hands.

INT. SUNNYDALE HIGH RUINS - NIGHT

Willow and Tara walk through the rubble, searching. They're illuminated by soft blue moonlight streaming in through the large empty spaces where the ceiling used to be.

WILLOW
(calling)
Riley!

No answer.

TARA
This place creeps me out.

WILLOW
(you think it's bad now... )
Should've been here when it was a school.
(calling)
Riley!

They turn into a much darker hallway, getting even pitchier ahead of them.

WILLOW
Oof. Darkness.

TARA
Piles of it. We should've brought a flashlight.

WILLOW
Oo. I know. Better to light a
candle than curse the damn darkness.

She rummages through her purse, pulls out a vial of something.

WILLOW
A little spell... "Fiat Lux."

Willow throws the vial to the floor, breaking it. SUDDENLY THE HALLWAY IS BRIGHTLY LIT from above. We can't see the light source, but it's bright.

TARA
Whoa.

WILLOW
That's better.
(calling)
Riley! Come on out!

They move now, down the bright hallway, glancing into rubbled rooms on either side.

TARA
How'd you do that? With the light?

WILLOW
You know. You taught me.

TARA
I taught you teeny Tinkerbell light.

WILLOW
Oh yeah, I tinkered with the
Tinkerbell. It was easy. And isn't
this better than using a flashlight
like some kind of doofus?