What happens next?

Amy vs. Amy

"So do you suppose we have time to get to the front of the high school on time?" asked Kennedy as she, Amy and Jonathan walked away from the high school basement.

"I hope so," said Amy. "I deliberately got us here early so that we could get here before Buffy and Cordelia."

"You know Buffy?" asked Jonathan. "What's she like?"

"No time to talk right now," said Kennedy. "A friend of ours is planning to pull a prank on Buffy and we gotta keep her from doing it."

"Oh really?" asked Jonathan. "What kind of prank?"

"I'll tell you later," said Kennedy.

"Why not now?" asked Jonathan.

"Later," said Kennedy.

When they got to the front of the high school, Amy said, "Somehow I didn't expect there to be this many students at this time of the morning. I guess I've been away a long time."

"How long?" asked Jonathan.

"Later, Jonathan," said Amy, trying to squeeze her way through the crowd of students. "Right now we have to find -- Oh! Excuse me. I didn't mean to bump into you."

As Amy Madison watched, the person she had bumped into turned in her direction and revealed the fact that she too was Amy Madison. Only in this case it was a different Amy Madison -- the Amy Madison who would normally be attending Sunnydale High School at this time.

The Amy of the present took one look at the Amy of the future and asked, "Who are you?"

"Why, I'm you," future Amy replied.

"Bad answer," said present Amy. "Again, who are you?"

"I told you," said future Amy. "I'm you -- only I'm from the future."

"Again, bad answer," said present Amy.

"Well, I am you, Amy," said future Amy. "Who did you expect me to be?"

Present Amy just smiled and started chanting something in Latin. As she started making familiar gestures with her hands, future Amy suddenly recognized what she was trying to do and cried, "Wait! You got it all wrong! I'm on your side. I'm not your moth--"

Then there was a flash of lightning, a clap of thunder, and when the dust cleared, an empty pile of clothes where future Amy once stood. And in the center of the pile of empty clothes was a rat.

"So much for not attracting attention," said Kennedy.