FRED: (walks into the room holding the shirt up and scrutinizing it) Hi, I know it's not the exact same shirt, but it's pretty close, and I scrubbed the other one 'til my fingers bled, but I couldn't get out the— (looks up at Jasmine and sees a horrifying vision of maggot-infested decaying bloody flesh where the woman's face should be) blood.

(... comercial ... )

JASMINE: Fred? Is something wrong?

FRED: (cries) I—I'm sorry.

CONNOR: I'll get her some water.

FRED: (covering) No, don't. I mean, I'll be fine.

(Gunn, Wesley, and Lorne walk down the hallway)

GUNN: Sounds like someone's—

(they enter)

LORNE: What? What's all the booing and hooing, sweet pea?

WESLEY: Fred, there's no reason to cry. She's right there.

FRED: (crying) I—I know. I just started thinking what it would be like if you weren't here, and I guess I kinda lost it.

JASMINE: I'm not going anywhere, Fred. You can trust in that.

FRED: (closes her eyes) I think I just... (backs herself toward the door) need some time alone to...you know, count my blessings 'cause there's so many, and it's good to, um, take stock.

(flees)

written by: Elizabeth Craft & Sarah Fain; Original transcript by CariCranberry. Edited and formatted for this site by me.. Full transcript at:
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