In a classroom, Buffy and Willow are studying.

Buffy: Waa, this doesn't make any sense !
Willow: Sure it does, see...oh no, this doesn't make any sense.
Buffy: It's senseless.
Willow: It is, but at least you know that, so you're learning.
Buffy: Yay me ! It doesn't matter anyway. I mean, when in the real world am I ever gonna need Chemistry, or History, or Math, or the English Language?
Willow: Ok, I see your problem...
Buffy: I'm a moron.
Willow: will you stop that? You're not stupid, you've just had a lot o your mind. And you can learn this real easily but if you're just gonna give up then don't waste my time.
Buffy: Wow, you are a good teacher.
Willow: Ok, look at this: core ale bound, which means these two dorks are linked by...
(Buffy drops her pencil)
Buffy: Hold that thought. (Pick it up, we can see a diskette between the two desks) Ok I'm ready to go.
Willow: See...
Buffy: "Déjà vu".
Willow: Really?
Buffy: Yeah, I have this perfect memory of the pencil rolling... (sees the diskette) Oh hey, you dropped this.
Willow: It's not mine. It must be something of Miss Calendar.
(Puts it into her computer)
Buffy: This feels kind of morbid.
Willow: Oh, I've gone through most of her files already.
Buffy: Does that make it less morbid, or you really morbid?
Willow: I had to, to teach her class.
Buffy: Relax Will, I was making wit the funny. Is that restoration?
Willow: It's one of her spells I think. Miss Calendar was a practicing witch, but she did...
Buffy (looking at the screen): Wow!
Willow: Oh boy, oh boy...

Rumanian Woods, 1898.

Someone (Angel) is running, apparently pursued by someone. We see the body of a young girl during a funerary celebration, and a witch is casting a spell. Angel arrives near a fire, and gets his soul back. A man comes out of the woods.

Man: It hurts, yes, good, it'll hurt more.
Angel: Where am I ?
Man: You don't remember everything you've done for a hundred years. In a moment you will. The face of everyone you killed, our daughter's face, they will haunt you. And you will know what true suffering is.
Angel: Killed. I don't... I don't... No... No... No....

Back to Sunnydale, in the library.

Giles: What are you saying?
Buffy: The curse. This is it.
Willow: Looks like Ms Calendar was trying to re-applicate the original curse to restore Angel's soul again.
Giles: She said it couldn't be done.
Buffy: Well, she tried anyway. ???
Xander: So he killed her, before she could tell anyone about it. What a prince, uh .
Cordelia: This is good, right? I mean we can curse him again.
Giles: Hum, well, it...certainly points the way, but the ritual itself requires a knowledge of the black arts and nothing that I can claim...
Willow: Well, I've been going through her files and researching the black arts for fun... or educational fun. I may be able to work this.
Giles: Willow, channeling such potent magic through yourself, it could open a door that you may not be able to close.
Buffy: I don't want you to put yourself in any danger Will.
Willow: And I don't want danger...Big no to danger. But I may be the best person to do this.
Xander: Hi, for those of you who just tuned in, everyone here is a crazy person. So this spell might restore Angel's humanity? Well, here's an interesting angle: who cares?
Buffy: I care.
Xander: Is that right...
Giles: Let's not loose our perspective here...
Xander: I'm perspective guy. Angel's a killer.
Willow: Xander !
Buffy: It's not that simple.
Xander: What, all is forgiven? I can't believe you people !
Cordelia: Xander has a point...
Xander: You know just for once I wish you would support me...and I realize right now that you were and I'm embarrassed, so I'm gonna get back to the point, which is that Angel needs to die.
Giles: Curing Angel seems to have been Jenny's last wish...
Xander: Yeah? Well Jenny's dead.
Giles: Don't you ever !
(They start screaming at each other)
Buffy: Stop it !
Willow: What do you wanna do?
Buffy: I don't know. What happened to Angel wasn't his fault...
Xander: Yeah, but what happened to Miss Calendar is. You can point this anyway you want. But the way I see it is that you wanna forget all about Miss Calendar's murder so you can get your boyfriend back.
(Buffy turns away and leaves)

At the Museum. Doug's writing. He hears voices coming out of the Tomb, so he goes there and gets drunk by Drusilla.

Angel: I'll have one of these...to go. Dru, save me some.

Buffy's room. She's on the phone with Willow.

Buffy: Well, I'll do a couple of swift and the I'll stop by... Yeah, Xander was pretty much being a... Willow ! Where did you learn that word?! My God, you kiss your mother with that mouth?!...I don't know, I don't know what I wanna do... (She sees the Claddaugh and takes it) I'll see you in a little while.

Outside, she's patrolling. Kendra appears suddenly behind her and Buffy almost punches her.

Buffy: You know, polite people call before they jump out of the woods and attack you.
Kendra: Just wanted to test your reflexes.
Buffy: How about punching my face punching? Cuz I think you'll find it's improved.
Kendra: I was on my way to ???. So I walked in, couldn't help myself.
Buffy: Which begs the question, and don't think I'm not glad to see you but why are you here?... No, let me guess : your watcher has informed you that a very dark power is about to rise in Sunnydale.
Kendra: That's about it.
Buffy: So, you have an idea what this dark power is?