Listening To Fear

S05E09

Previouslys. I refuse to recap these. I can't believe there is anyone out there reading this recap who doesn't know that Dawn is the Key, or that Riley is screwed up, or that Glory is the annoying villain, or that Joyce is pretty darn sick.

In Joyce's hospital room, Dawn is snuggled in bed while stealing Joyce's Jell-O. Joyce tells Buffy and Dawn that they don't have to stick around for the appetizing food, but they assure her that they want to stay. They're interrupted by Doctor Kriegel, who tells Joyce that her blood work seems "fine" and they have her scheduled for surgery in two days. As soon as the Doctor leaves, Joyce sighs that she doesn't think she can wait that long. Buffy and Dawn try to distract her with the promise of soap operas and trashy magazines. Not to mention the adjustable bed. Ah, adjustable beds. I have always wanted one of those. Kraftmatic has my number, people. Joyce tells Buffy that she doesn't need to stay because Joyce knows Buffy has "patrolling to do." Buffy tells her that tonight is "mom-taking-care-of" night and that Riley is subbing for her. "I'm sure they have everything under control."

But because we are not idiots and have picked up on this clever celluloid convention the first 928,343,289 times it was used, we are not at all surprised to see the scene take place in the cemetery, where things are decidedly not under control. Xander, Giles, and Willow, sans Riley, seem to be getting their collective ass kicked by some leather-wearing vamp gang. I'm going to have to side with the vamps, based on their superior fashion sense. Who the hell would wear a pink suede jacket to go kick undead ass? Willow gets thrown into a headstone but recovers to stake one vamp in the back. I guess you could call it staking. The vamp explodes, but it looks more as if Willow had tapped the vamp on the back to say, "Excuse me. But you seem to have misplaced your tasty red-headed snack." I guess it really does only take a splinter to kill them. I'm also a little confused as to why some vamps dust lickety-split and some of them hang around long enough to take in a double feature. But these are questions for another time. Anyway, the absolutely gigantic blonde She-Ra vamp roughs up both Giles and Xander before pinning them to the wall of a crypt, allowing Willow to do her tappy "excuse me. But you seem to have dropped your tasty snack" exploding-death bait-and-switch thing. As Xander and Giles stumble around and recover, Willow gets all excited about her double dusting. Xander snips a little in Riley's general direction, although of course he doesn't hear that since he stood the gang up. Willow, still on her adrenaline high, protests that with her around they don't need Riley, but immediately afterward her knees buckle and she's caught by Xander and Giles.

Pan around on a dank dirty room. Where the hell is this? Riley is sitting in a chair while a brunette head bobs near his lap. Yeah, I thought the same thing at first too, but actually this random vampire chick is busy sucking another one of his appendages. An arm, to be exact. What the hell is Riley thinking? Riley has problems. Deep, deep problems. Also what the hell is Marc Blucas thinking? He has a look of concentration on his face, but it's not quite working. To be sure, he's thinkin' real hard, but it's probably something like, "Okay, the director told me to emote in this scene, so…emoting. I. Am. Emoting. Hey, that fake blood looks pretty convincing. E. Mo. Ting. Hmmm. I wonder what they have on the craft services table today? I need to load up on protein for my shirtless scene." Y'all remember that made-for-TV movie Secret Cutting? Well, I've decided that what Riley is doing is secret sucking.

Back at the hospital, a chipper Willow enters with a big smiley-face-covered bag of loot. She identifies herself as "just like Santa Claus, except thinner and younger and female and…well, Jewish." Funny. I would have thought she looked just like a freakin' muppet, what with her almost-orange hair and the mass amounts of fringe on the cuffs and hem of her sweater. Willow hands out her presents: a beer helmet for Joyce, a spell book for Dawn and, surprise! A textbook for Buffy. Buffy teases, "I don't believe in tiny Jewish Santa anymore." Willow catches Buffy up on the homework that she's been missing and tells her that she should have no problem with the make-up exam. Buffy isn't sure if she's going to take it and all of a sudden Joyce, who had been wordlessly suffering from a headache, snarls, "I'd rip it in half and stick it in bed with me!" Willow and Dawn look shocked. Joyce, back to normal, says that she's going to rest for a while, and the girls file out. In the hallway, Buffy explains to a worried Dawn that the tumor might make Joyce say odd things. Willow and Buffy continue to reassure Dawn; as they walk down the hall, another family passes them. The man turns around and we recognize him as the guy Glory did the weird head thing to in "No Place Like Home." He walks up to Dawn, pointing and spouting gibberish: "What is that thing? There's no data. There's no pictures on this one…there's no one in there." Dawn meekly calls for Buffy, and Willow and Buffy shuttle her off as the crazy guy's family herds him away. Buffy tries to gloss over the definition of mental illness when Greasy Intern Ben oozes over and says, "I guess I missed that. Was he bothering you?" Not as much as you and yours, you anthropomorphic oil stain. Buffy introduces Willow and then asks Ben if they're releasing the clearly disturbed individual. Ben expositions that the mental ward is bursting at the seams, and that's about all I can take of Greasy Intern Ben right now, so let's move on.

Pan over a darkened Sunnydale. And onto a roof with a big skylight, sort of like the roof on which Buffy and Faith fought the COW assassins on Angel. Tara and Willow have spread out a plaid sleeping bag and blue pillows and are lying on them, gazing at the sky. "You know what's weird?" Willow begins and Tara interjects, "Japanese commercials are weird." Yes, weird and wonderful, and I wish I had a cable channel that would show them all damn day long. ["Word." -- Sep] Willow continues with her thought, which is basically that some of the stars we see in the sky have already burned out long ago by the time their light reaches our universe. Tara turns her head to give Willow a concerned look and artfully concludes, "Things rough at the hospital?" Instead of answering, Willow blithers on about how much she loved to watch stars as a child and starts to point out constellations to Tara. Tara joins in the fun: "And the Big Pineapple." She points out the stars that make up "the Big Pineapple" while Willow snuggles against her shoulder. She points out more of her favorite constellations, "Short Man Looking Uncomfortable," "Moose Getting a Sponge Bath," and "Little Pile O' Crackers." Okay. While not yet approaching actual chemistry, they've managed to actually convince me that they are not INERT. But Sep? You might want to track the package on that chemistry set you've ordered. It's been a long time coming. Tara tells Willow it's her turn, and she stares at the sky just as a big meteor whizzes through the sky. "I see…a huge flaming meteor about to crash into something!" The witches jump up and look over the edge of the roof to see the horizon flare as the meteor touches down.

At the landing site, there is much flame and dishevelment. "Eerie" music plays, which pretty much consists of a high D on the piano being tapped over and over somewhat arhythmically. Ugh. Someone was PAID to come up with that? So anyway, we have a critter's-eye view of a thing crawling over the ground and then up a tree. Hey! There's the crazy guy from earlier, out for a walk late at night all by his lonesome. I'm glad his family is taking such good care of him. The crazy guy walks under the tree, and then a larval-looking roach thing falls from the sky, and we get something resembling actual music before cutting to commercial.

At the hospital, EMTs roll some guy into the hospital as the Roach from Outer Space hangs out on the ceiling.

In Joyce's room, she frustratedly pushes the call button three or four times in a row and grumbles, "This thing doesn't work. It isn't working," in an agitated tone. "I'm sure someone heard you," replies Buffy in an even tone, taking the call box away from Joyce. Doctor Kriegel enters. A doctor answering the call button rather than a disgruntled nurse? That's first-rate health care. Hmmm, at this point I might consider moving to Sunnydale myself despite all the supernatural hazards, just to take advantage of that. Joyce turns to Buffy and says expectantly, "Oh! Tell him, Buffy. Tell him, okay?" Buffy tells the doctor that they want to go home until the surgery -- Joyce included. The doctor seems skeptical of this plan and tries to talk Buffy out of it by describing all the responsibility and extra work it would mean for her. Buffy assures him that she is up to the task, and he caves after some pressure from Joyce.

The gang plus Riley is trekking through the wilds, searching for the meteor. They come across the crater, and Riley gets in it right to the blackened meteor husk (a.k.a. the Roach Coach) while the rest of the gang waits on the lip. Anya asks Riley if it's hot and warns him that, if it is, that could mean radiation, which could make him sterile. At the mention of sterility, Xander practically trips over himself trying to get back behind everyone. Ha! Riley confirms that it's "warm and…broken." It's determined that the Roach Coach is hollow. Willow posits that "something evil crashed to earth in this and then broke out and slithered away to do badness." "In all fairness," rebukes Giles, "I don't think we know about the slithered part." "Oh no," comments Anya dryly, "I'm sure it frisked about like a fluffy lamb." Tara suggests that they actually look around, and the Scoobies spread out. Willow comes across the body of the crazy guy and calls everyone's attention to it. She recognizes him as the mental patient that was recently released. Riley takes charge and fishes around in the guy's mouth with a pen or something and pulls it out covered with goo. As one, the gang retches. Willow hopefully suggest that they call Buffy, but Tara gently reminds her that Buffy is dealing with "life stuff," so they need to handle it themselves. Giles suggests exploring further into the woods, and everyone peers into the darkness, probably thinking, "Blair Witch." Think of how much creepier The Blair Witch Project would have been if you lived in a world like the Buffyverse, where the plot of that movie would be less than impossible. Xander takes a vote for research and the gang, minus Riley, decides to hoof it to the place where the books live. Riley stays behind with the excuse that he's "not great at research." Um? Hello? Were you not a grad student last year? In psychology? Whatever. I hope whoever wrote that line has been fired. Along with the person who wrote the Scoobies accepting it hook, line and sinker. Did their huffing of demon goo blow a few too many brain cells? As soon as the gang takes off, Riley gets on his cell and calls Graham. Da Da Dum!

At the psychiatric ward of Sunnydale Memorial, the night nurse tucks in Mental Patient #2 and shuts out the light. He pleads with her not to go, but since he's crazy, nobody listens. Ugh. That one-note composer (and I do mean that literally) starts to abuse our eardrums again as the silly rubber Roach from Outer Space scuttles (if by "scuttles" you mean "moves as if pulled by a string") across the floor and jumps onto Mental Patient #2's bed. Huh, and if you think the Roach from Outer Space is a big roach, you've obviously never lived in the desert Southwest. Cut to the nurse going over some paperwork. She hears some screams, but again, these are crazy people, so she doesn't pay it much mind. So the Roach from Outer Space projectile vomits onto Mental Patient #2's face and he chokes on it. How awful it must be to die by choking on someone else's vomit. At least if you choke on your own vomit (preferably after a bout with hard drugs), you can possibly come out of it with the cachet of "rebel" and live on in infamy. But choking to death on someone else's upchuck is just sad.

The Doctor hands over all the meds to Buffy as Joyce is being discharged. Joyce has another little crazy episode, but she's quickly fine again as the Summerses walk out. Joyce sighs, "Let's get the hell out of here." Suddenly the perspective changes to that of the Roach from Outer Space hanging out on the ceiling. But I can't be distracted by that, as I'm too busy wondering how the hell they're getting home. They certainly aren't making the woman with a brain tumor walk home. Maybe they called a cab.

Back at home, the Summerses walk through the front door. Buffy turns on the light in the foyer, but Joyce complains that the light is far too bright until Buffy flicks it off. She escorts Joyce upstairs with the promise that they'll shut off all the lights up there and Joyce can get some rest. From the street, we see the lights in the Summers' non-summer home go off one by one.

Nighttime. Alien crash site. A black helicopter swoops in over the water and its spotlight illuminates a man standing to the furrowed ground caused by the Roach Coach's crash. Did I perchance switch channels to a showing of Men in Black? No? Well, now we know why the Roach from Outer Space looks so cheap -- Joss and crew spent the whole special effects budget renting a chopper for this episode. Dust blows around Riley, the standing figure, and when the chopper lands, troops in black berets rush out. The troops' leader introduces himself as Major Ellis, and as Riley leads them to the body, Graham needles Riley about the fact that he would usually call Buffy to deal with such a matter. Ho. Hum. Major Ellis, who seems really, really familiar, kneels down to the body, and Riley warns him not to touch the goo in the dead man's mouth. Riley describes the goo as a protein alkaloid, and I'm honestly flummoxed as to how he performed chemical analysis on it while standing around in the woods in the dark. Riley Finn, Super Chemist! Blah blah they inspect the crash, and I'm thinking I'd love to have seen our own IntelChick come blasting out of that chopper -- she has the correct rank, after all. And she'd kick Riley's ass right out of this "secret sucking" problem of his. Anyway, Riley suggests the black ops troops follow trace radiation left by the alien. Hey, I figured out who's playing Major Ellis -- it's the guy who played creepy Donnie Pfaster in two episodes of The X-Files.

At the Summers' home, Buffy and Dawn lie on the sofa, watching TV. The camera pans throughout the house, and from overhead we see Joyce, in her nightgown, walking quietly down the stairs. Buffy and Dawn hear clattering and run into the kitchen to find Joyce rummaging in the refrigerator. Buffy pulls an empty pan off a hot burner and asks her mom what she's doing. "I'm making breakfast," snarls Joyce, and closes the fridge emphatically. She inspects Buffy and adds, "You shouldn't eat anymore. You're disgustingly fat." Is it wrong that I laughed at that line? It was just so bitchy, and of course completely wacky directed at the tiny SMG. But okay, sad cancer story line. I'm not laughing anymore. Buffy stares woundedly at Joyce, who suddenly comes back to herself and seems confused. The girls take her back upstairs and tuck her into bed. Buffy leaves the room, and as Dawn caresses Joyce's forehead, Joyce suddenly sits up, terrified. She demands that Dawn not touch her and calls her a "thing." Buffy comes back in and tries to stop her mother's ranting as Joyce tells Dawn she's "nothing, a shadow." Dawn runs from the room, slamming the door behind her. Buffy persuades her mother to lie back down and then walks into Dawn's room through the connecting door. "She hates me," sulks Dawn, but Buffy gently tells her that Joyce loves her but is "not herself" right now. Dawn is not convinced and tells Buffy that others have called her a thing, including the man in the hospital and the man outside the magic shop, who also told her she wasn't real. "What's wrong with me?" she demands, and Buffy sweetly rises to the occasion of reassuring her pseudo-sister, created out of nothing a few months ago, that the crazy people Dawn has encountered just think nobody is real except themselves. She tells Dawn not to listen to what the crazy people say. That sounds like a good song title. The sisters sit quietly.

In a vague nod to the fact that Buffy and Willow are possibly still college students, the Scooby gang is researching in the university science library. Thank god -- I've already grown sick of seeing so much of the stupid Magic Box set each week. Or maybe that's just sour grapes because I haven't been able to think of a cutting nickname for the place. Xander doesn't know why they had to come to the library to "get info about a killer snot monster" and Giles impatiently explains, "Because it's a killer snot monster from outer space." Pause. "I did not say that." He posits that demons "enter our world in all sorts of different ways"; this one just happened to come "from above." Tara and Anya inform the others that they've found no other reports of meteorite landings, and Willow chimes in that the last "meteoric anomaly" occurred in Tunguska in 1917. Another X-Files shout-out! Which makes me think I'd love to see Nic Lea play a villain on Buffy. Why not? He's handsome and, unlike Glory, he actually exudes menace. But enough about my fantasy life. Willow continues that the list of anomalies goes back to the Queller impact in the 12th century, and the gang wonders about the strange name until Xander excitedly flips through the kiddie book he's reading and reports that "primitive people" used to pray for a special meteor to "quell" madmen in their society. Willow, performing one of those wondrous TV net searches that bring up instant results and not a bunch of triple-X pages, finds historical reports of plagues of madness in the Middle Ages that would "suddenly subside." The dates of the madness plagues seem to coincide with the meteor crashes. Ain't the Internet a fabulous thing? Tara wonders who summoned the Queller demon, and Xander suggests Glory. The gang then decides to call Riley.

Willow is talking to Riley, who guesses the Queller demon kills "crazy people" because he has "five corpses here in the mental ward of Sunnydale Memorial." Willow worriedly informs Riley that Joyce has been acting a little crazy herself, but Riley assures her that Buffy and family are "safe at home." And on TV, we all know what a statement like that means, don't we, kids? It means the exact opposite! Riley tells Willow they have the Queller trapped in the air ducts and suggest that she call him if her research finds a method to kill the demons. Creepy Major Donnie Pfaster wants Riley (no, not like that, you gutter-minds), so he hangs up abruptly.

Joyce lies in bed, staring up at the ceiling with her eyes bugging out, and rants about tennis matches. She starts babbling about eyes and someone staring at her and testing her. In her room, Dawn can hear her mother's ramblings, and she picks sadly at her teddy bear. She then wraps a pillow around her head to block out the sound. Downstairs, Buffy can hear her mother too, so she turns on the radio. Upbeat salsa music plays as Buffy hand-washes the dishes. ["In what is probably the greatest acting stretch of SMG's entire career." -- Sep] She turns on the water to rinse and starts to sniff, and then sob. Poor Buffy -- she's been working so hard to hold everything together for her possibly terminal mother and her pseudo-sister. She's obviously terrified for her mother and utterly confused by what will become of her and Dawn if her mother doesn't survive. Upstairs, Joyce says, "I don't like the way you're staring at me. Are you supposed to be here?" and the camera pans up to show the Queller Feller (tm Sep) hanging on the ceiling right above her. The first time I watched this episode, I was not at all scared or impressed by the Queller Feller, but right now when I paused the tape, it froze on the demon with its dark hollow eyes staring down, and I actually gasped in fear. For whatever that's worth. The Queller demon squeals.

Dude, where is my car? I keep asking for a new one, because my eighteen-year-old Toyota is showing a little wear, but no one I know has gone out and bought one for me yet.

Hospital. Graham exits the building with what looks like one of those magnifying glasses with a light in them that you buy from in-flight airline magazines as a present for your strange hard-to-buy-for uncle, except someone has changed the white bulb for red. I guess that's the secret Geiger counter the military's crack alien-hunting force is using these days. Graham declares that they've lost the Queller Feller's trail. Riley suggests that the demon hitched a ride on car and realizes that Joyce is in danger. They move out.

Back at the Summers home, poor Joyce is still staring up at the Queller Feller. Thinking it's a hallucination, she declares that she's going to close her eyes so the demon will disappear. Instead it drops down on her, squealing. She begins to scream, which causes Dawn jump up out of bed. The demons vomits a splurt of liquid onto Joyce's face, Dawn enters the room, sees the roachy demon, and grabs a hat rack with which to knock it off her mother. As Joyce pulls the hardened Queller-vomit off her face, Dawn surveys the room. Suddenly the demon jumps onto the bed, looking like a freaky monkey-roach, runs across Joyce, and charges Dawn, who screams and runs. I'm very scared by the demon at the this point in my recapping process until I see the scene of it, propelling itself along the floor with its two tiny stubby arms. Buffy'll be able to kick this thing's ass in a few seconds, unless it has more effective weapons in its arsenal than smelly puke. What kind of self-respecting stubby-armed alien falls to Earth without at least a few lasers or something? Dawn screams for Buffy and locks herself in her mother's room, pushing furniture against the door. Those monks made a pretty smart little corporeal key. Downstairs, Buffy is still standing at the sink and mysteriously hasn't heard a thing, even though she's not listening to the salsa music anymore. As she rinses her face and dries it with a towel, Dawn screams her name again, and this time Buffy hears. She races upstairs and gets the report from Dawn that something is in the house. As she shuts the door to Joyce's room, the Roach from Outer Space drops on Buffy from above. Okay, I hate to say this, but once in a blue moon I have a moment where I'm embarrassed to be watching Buffy. It happens more with Angel, of course; I have a sudden moment where I can't believe I schedule my Tuesday nights around a show about a vampire detective. Anyway, between Fake the Snake last week and the poor Little Person forced to wear a rubber cockroach suit and roll around on the floor with SMG this week, I've been embarrassed by Buffy more than usual.

By Ace

Sunnydale Memorial. Greasy Intern Ben and his lame-o feathered hair-don't exit to the parking lot. He unlocks his car and gets into the driver's seat. Ooops! Dreg is sitting in the backseat and says, "It's strange. A body might ask what exactly it is you think you're doing." Dreg is much less obsequious here than he was with Glory and continues that whatever Ben is doing is drawing "unnecessary attention where it ought not to be." Ben just surveys him coldly in the rearview mirror and orders him out of the car. Dreg obeys, but once outside the car asks why Ben summoned the Queller. Oh, interesting! Ben snaps, "Because I'm cleaning up Glory's mess, just like I've done my whole life." He drives away. Does he have to clean up all the shoes, clothes, and chewed scenery she leaves lying around? Because I can see that that would be a big job, and I'd be pissed too. Hey, didn't Glory imply that she was recently called to the mortal coil? So either Ben's life hasn't been too long, or he's been cleaning up after her wherever she was called from.

Hospital. Daytime. Joyce is getting a drip needle put in her arm. The nurse leaves, and Buffy, who is sitting in the edge of the bed, takes her mother's hand in hers. Joyce, worried that she'll sound crazy, tells Buffy she wants to ask her something. She explains that she has "knowledge" that doesn't seem possible, but seems reluctant to proceed. Buffy prompts her, and Joyce finally asks, "Dawn. She's not mine, is she?" Buffy looks sad, but finally decides to tell her mother the truth and replies, "No." Thoughtfully, Joyce says that Dawn belongs to them and is "important to the world, precious." Buffy concurs. Joyce continues, "As precious as you are to me," and the Joyce cancer story line finally starts to get to me. Awww.

Joyce pleads with Buffy to protect Dawn, "no matter what she is," and asks Buffy to "love her like I love you." Aww again. I sniffle. Buffy, holding back tears, agrees to protect Dawn. Joyce hugs her and calls her "my sweet brave Buffy." "What would I do without you?" she asks, and I'm so touched for Buffy, because she's so seldom appreciated for all she does and a parent's approval is often the most important of all. Sniffle. Joyce's gurney is wheeled to surgery, and she smiles at Dawn and Buffy, who stand in the hallway and watch her go. Behind them, Riley, Xander, Anya, Tara, and Willow all lend their silent support. Umm, Tara honey? I'm not entirely sure that a belly-baring shirt is appropriate "my friend's mom is getting brain surgery" garb.

By Ace

Dude, where is my car? I keep asking for a new one, because my eighteen-year-old Toyota is showing a little wear, but no one I know has gone out and bought one for me yet.

By Ace

Anyway, Buffy and the demon fall down the stairs. The demon scuttles away, as roaches are wont to do. Heh -- I'd like to see my cat, Frances, up against the Queller Feller. I think she could take it; she's a mighty huntress when it comes to roaches. And I appreciate her efforts, I really, really do. It's just that I wish she would stop hiding the dead bugs under the living room throw-rug when she's done with them. I blearily wander out in the morning and ugh! Crunched cockroach corpse. Upstairs, Joyce hugs Dawn and tries to comfort her. Buffy walks through the house into the kitchen and grabs a really big knife from the knife block. She's inspecting the kitchen when suddenly the basement door flies open and surprises her. But it's not the Queller Feller -- it's everyone's favorite wee laundry-stalking vampire, Spike. Buffy is disgusted and understandably wants to know what Spike is doing in her house. With an "umm" and an "err," Spike tries to explain that he in her basement looking for "junk." "You were stealing?" asks an incredulous Buffy, to which Spike bluffs, "Well, yeah." Hee. "Well, yeah, that's what we vampires do. We drain the blood of innocents, reign gloriously over the shadows of night, strike fear into the hearts of men and um, steal musty Barcaloungers from basements." Sounds like the life for me -- where do I sign up?

By Ace

We see Spike tuck a few pictures into his coat pocket, and Buffy is about to ask what the hell he's up to when Spike is attacked by the Queller Feller. Oh man, are we going to see a Buffy-shrine in Spike's crypt soon? He already has a full supply of candles, and I'm sure those pictures will look smashing propped up against Buffy's chonies in a corner. Spike gives a girly scream and manages to kick the knife out of Buffy's hand. The midget in the rubber suit and skull cap, I mean the Queller Feller, jumps from Spike onto Buffy, and again SMG has to roll around on the floor with this poor little actor who's just trying to make a buck. Gawd, I'm blushing for everyone involved right now. Hey, Buffy? Why don't you throw an apple at it? My friend Franz told me that sometimes works. Spike tosses Buffy the knife, which she uses to repeatedly stab the Queller; after much squealing, it finally expires. Buffy rolls the demon off her and, in a blatantly framed scene, Spike reaches out his hand to help her up. Buffy takes it and stands just as Riley and the black ops troops burst into the house. Well, damn, seeing Buffy holding hands with Spike and finding out he was too late to help kill the demon won't help Riley's secret sucking problem one bit, will it? Buffy doesn't reply to his asking if she's okay and instead rushes upstairs to check on her mother and Dawn. Spike snarks to Riley that he "just missed a real nice time." Upstairs, Buffy assures Dawn and her mother, who are still huddled on the bed, that the demon is gone and that everything is fine. She hugs both of them to her breast.

By Ace

Oooh, no previews, because we're getting repeats and won't find out what happens with Joyce for two weeks.