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November, 18, 2003, 04:15
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Баффи видит чудесный сон, превращающийся в кошмар. The Bronze. "The Background" by Third Eye Blind begins to play as the camera approaches the door. Cut inside. The camera pans past several couples dancing slowly to the music. It comes to rest on Buffy and Angel. They hold each other close and look deeply into each other's eyes as they slowly dance. Lyrics: Everything is quiet Buffy: I miss you. At a nearby table Oz, Willow, Cordelia and Xander watch them dance. Their faces are devoid of any expression. Lyrics: Since you're not around Buffy moves her left hand with her Claddagh ring down Angel's arm to take his hand. Lyrics: And I live in the numbness now The ring is loose on her finger, and before she can clasp his hand it falls off and clinks on the floor. Lyrics: In the background Angel and Buffy both look down at the ring. Lyrics: I do the things we did before Angel reaches down to pick up the ring. The music fades out. Lyrics: I walk Haight Street to the store Angel stands back up holding the ring. He gives Buffy a wounded look. She looks at the ring, frightened. Suddenly she flashes back to the mansion and sees herself thrusting the sword through Angel, and his surprised and pained face as the vortex closes and he disappears into Acathla's mouth with it. Her flashback is over, and the camera is on the gang at the table again, still watching, still expressionless. Cut to Angel and Buffy on the dance floor. Buffy: I had to. Angel's breath is shaky. He looks down at the ring in his fingers. He clenches it in his fist. Blood begins to ooze from between his fingers and drip to the floor. He looks intensely at Buffy. Angel: I loved you. Buffy watches aghast as the blood continues to drip. Then a bloodstain appears on his shirt at mid-chest. It grows quickly and begins to soak the front of his shirt. Buffy draws a frightened, worried breath and reaches out to his wound. Buffy: Oh, God! Angel... Angel: (yells) GO TO HELL! He stares at her with intense anger in his eyes. Buffy looks up from his chest wound to his face. It has turned green, and one side is rotting. Angel smiles and laughs smugly as he looks back at her. Angel: I did. Cut to Buffy's room. She wakes from her dream with a start and jerks her head from the pillow. Realizing it was only a dream, she puts her hand to her head and pulls it back through her hair.
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If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. 
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