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"Wha-wha-wha-" Willow stammered, shaking her head disbelievingly at the form of the dead techno-pagan in front of her.
"What am I doing here?" Ms. Calendar asked. Willow nodded, unable to speak.
"Yeah, what are you and *us* doing here in Dead-Boy's room? And...Why's Dead-Boy there, and in bed?" Xander questioned, seeing Angel's body.
"Simply, you're ghosts. I'm a ghost too. Ever read "A Christmas Carol"?"
"We've *heard* of it." Buffy said. "Does that help?"
"Okay...Basically it's like that. I suppose you all met Ali?" Ms. Calendar asked, eying the four.
"Who?"
"Oh, Ali! Sh-she came into my room. O-Oz-"
"What was Oz doing in your room?!" Xander cut the hacker off.
"Well,we were watching movies,and we fell asleep. Together. In bed." Willow explained hesitantly.
"You go Will! Now, back on topic," Buffy turned to Ms. Calendar, "What are we doing here?"
"As I said before. It's like "A Christmas Carol". Ali was kind of like Marley's Ghost. I'm The First, Ghost of Christmas Past."
"Oh. So,what do we do? Go look around at people in the past? Jeez, this is a waste of good sleep time. Hey! I want to be home in time to sneak a stocking!" Xander said, not liking the idea of following the orders of a dead gypsy.
"Too bad. It won't take long. I have an hour, anyway. Let's go." Ms.Calendar pointed at the window and it flung open, letting in a cold-er-warm draft.
"Wha-what? We go out the window?" Angel asked, walking to it and looking down at the ground.
"Yep." Ms. Calendar responded.
"You do know we can't fly! Angel probably won't get hurt a lot, we, being mortals, would either end up in intensive care or die." Xander told her.
"Don't worry, you won't get hurt on this trip."
"Why should we listen to you?!" Xander blurted out. "You're nothing but a dead broad!" Ms. Calendar's expression went from cheery to pissed. Very pissed.
"Does this look like something a 'dead broad' can do?!" She picked up the boy by the night shirt and flung him through the window.
"Xander!" Willow and Buffy yelled after him as he tumbled to the ground. And disappeared in mid-air.
"What? Where is he???" Willow asked franticly, turning around to face the techno-pagan.
"He's gone to the past. Now it's your turns." Buffy and Angel turned around as the teacher charged them and flung them out. Then they disappeared, just like Xander.
"See? You didn't get hurt!" With that, Ms. Calendar followed, the window
shutting behind her.