What happens next?

Under her spell

"Where am I?" asked Willow. "Who am I? Who are all you other people? And blonde girl, why are you naked?"

"I don't know," said Buffy. "Am I naked? I suppose I could -- Wait! Was there ever a time when I was not like this? Because I don't remember it."

"Who am I?" asked Faith-in-Joyce. "Where did all those bruises on your face come from, blonde girl? Did somebody hit you?"

"I don't remember," said Buffy. "You got bruises on your face too. Who hit you?"

"I don't remember," said Faith-in-Joyce. "I don't even remember my own name. What happened?"

"Maybe it was this piece of paper I have in my hand," asked Dawn.

Then she crumbled it up and threw it away.

"Or maybe not," Dawn continued.

"Perhaps it was this funny metal object that I have in my hand," said Tara-in-Faith. "Perhaps if I destroy it, it will help bring all our memories back."

Tara-in-Faith threw the Draconian Katra onto the floor and stomped on it, assuring that it would never again work for anybody. But her doing so didn't change anything. She still couldn't remember anything as simple as her own name, let alone anything more complicated.

"If only someone would come by and help us get our memory back," said Willow. "But that's not likely to happen, is it?"

Just then there was a knock on the front door.

"I'll get it," said Faith-in-Joyce. "It looks like I'm the oldest one here so I might as well get it. Maybe it will be somebody who knows us."