Tara

Tara stumbled as she came up the steps to the Summers home and began pounding on the door. She looked back nervously and stumbled into Willow.

"Tara, what's wrong sweetie?" the red-headed witch asked her ex-lover.

"Something b-b-bad," the blonde stammered.

"You've got your stutter back? Are you okay?"

"there was.... spell done... thinking....hard?"

"A spell has you thinking hard?"

"T-th-thinking IS... hard. So c-confused."

"A spell has you confused? Don't worry. I'll fix it."

"YOU DID..."

"Are you suggesting, that I did this to you?"

"Did...before."

"I cast a couple of memory charms. One of which was to help Buffy and the other was... well it was a mistake. But it was an arguement you started. And the last time your mind was as screwed up as badly as it sounds like you are I fixed it. I'll take care of you just like then"

Tara did remember that and stopped her accusations.

"In fact someone cast a similar spell on Buffy and Dawn. I've been taking care of them for the past few days while I look for a cure. YOu can ask them about how good a job I'm doing."

In her addled state Tara couldn't think of a reason that Willow would cast a spell on Buffy and Dawn. Her conviction that Willow had cast the spell wavered