But if we know where she is, and we leave her here in the drawer... [She can't help it: a couple tears escape. Certain people she doesn't mind crying in front of, and Angel is not one of them. Hurriedly, she wipes it away and tries to get a hold of herself.] I'm sorry to fall apart on you. I spent all summer worrying about her, making plans for how to fix this, and now it doesn't need to be fixed.

She's really gone. I'm not going to see her again, except when I'm asleep. She's really-- gone... [Getting a hold of herself failed utterly. Willow's crying silently, hiding her face with her hands as she tries in vain to get it to stop.]