(Night of the prom. Faith is moping around her luxury apartment, mulling over what happened in "Choices". Enter Mayor Wilkins. Faith jumps, startled.)

Mayor: Well, another prom night in Sunnydale. Nothing like the sight of young people dancing on their graves. (chuckles) Hey, why the long face?

Faith: (shrugs it off) Nothing. Just...just kind of thought you'd be more upset about me losing my knife.

Mayor: Oh, yes, your present. Still can't understand why you killed that critter instead of letting him take out your old Watcher. But then, it was probably a reflex action, right? Purely self-preservatory? (watches her closely)

Faith: (lying) Oh, yeah, absolutely.

Mayor: (beams, though whether it's because he believes her or not we can't tell. ) I thought so. Anyway, I'm not too worried about it. I know you'll think of some brilliant scheme to get it back. I fully expect to see you carving up Buffy Summers for soup on Ascension Day. (Smiles at her, she's not convinced.) C'mon, what's really bugging you?

(Faith suppresses a shudder at the word "bug". The Mayor doesn't notice.) Oh -- I bet I know what it is. Somebody didn't get asked to the prom, did she?

Faith: (rolls her eyes in disgust.) Are you kidding? Please. I wouldn't be caught dead at one of those things. Even if I was welcome there. Those prom things are for losers.

Mayor: Aw, come on! Every young lady ought to be able to say she danced on her prom night. (Extends his hand.)

Faith: (incredulous) You've got to be kidding.

(The Mayor pulls Faith to her feet and starts leading her in a waltz. Eerie toy piano music plays.)

Faith: No offense, boss, but you're really starting to freak me out here.

Mayor: (laughs, spins her) Now that's funny. That's almost exactly the last words my Edna ever said. To me. (giggles. Scene ends)