Willow stumbles into her room with a huge rustling package covered with dry-cleaner's plastic. There is something different about her hair.

A little while later, she emerges from her room, ( totally transformed )

Willow drops her books in a pile by the door, collapses onto her bed. "Great mother," she breathes at no one in particular. Stares at the ceiling.

Wonders if she really wants to go to the Homecoming Dance. Wonders if she's the only one in the school who wants to go with another girl.

Sighs.

Door is open, in case anyone should wander by.