(…) “What can I do to help?”
I shook it off. “They’re just dreams, Edward.”
“Do you want me to sing to you? I’ll sing all night if it will keep the bad dreams away.” (more…)

Giles – The werewolf, uh, is such a-a potent, e-e-extreme representation of our inborn, animalistic traits that it emerges for three full consecutive nights – the full moon, and, uh, the two nights surrounding it.
Willow – Quite the party animal.

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