Who does the familiar voice belong to this time?

Andrew

Buffy turned around just in time to see her friend Andrew standing at the front of the stage and looking up at her. For a brief moment "Anne" was no longer in charge and the original Buffy was back.

"My God, I know you," said Buffy. "You're that guy in my art class. Andrew, am I right?"

He nodded.

"What are you doing here?" asked Buffy.

"What are you doing here?" asked Andrew.

"I asked you first."

"Okay," said Andrew. "Well, me and my friends Jonathan and Warren are having a guys' night out and Warren insisted that we come here. What are you doing here? Surely things aren't that bad at home, are they, Buffy?"

"I - I - I..." she started to say.

Then "Anne" returned and took over again. "The name is Anne, not Buffy. You wanna lap dance after the show?"

Andrew just blinked. "What's going on, Buffy? This doesn't seem like you."

Buffy just smirked. "You keep calling me Buffy. You shouldn't do that. It's nice that you think I remind you of her but you should not call me that. The name is Anne."

Andrew just shrugged and placed a tip in the side of Buffy's shoe. "Sorry for your trouble."

He started to walk away from the stage, only to find himself saying, "Wait! If that wasn't Buffy, then how did she know my first name?"

Andrew looked back but the woman who looked like Buffy had already returned to her dance.