This place, it'll do that to you: the hazy thing and while Buffy may not have night vision, she understands should be able to do something versus can in this place. She's spent the last couple of days trying not to quietly freak out about the fact that she doesn't have her strength, her speed, her reflexes, her agility or, she presumes, her accelerated healing. She still feels wrong and she's had a couple of days to get used to it so she doesn't fault Derek for having a hard time.

She'd made that same faulty assumption. Sorry? After everything that had happened that day, Buffy needed the rest. She's bruised and scraped over what feels like every single inch of her body. She's got a black eye, bruised knuckles and she's trying to remember if this is what a broken rib feels like or if she's just human.

For her part, Buffy is convinced the glitches are real. This place...for all she knows it's the work of a demon. Yes, she's been here a couple of days, but she hasn't ruled that out.

She pushes herself up from a prone position on the bed, wincing as she does. She has loads of newfound respect for Xander, Giles and their fighting abilities. "Hey," she greets him. "I'm guessing you're a new room mate? I'm Buffy and I'd get up, but I think I've been hit by a train."