Leon stood behind Buffy, and he had the oddest sense of deja vu. He was half tempted to toss the shield at Willow, just to see if it would work again. But Willow was just a figment of Buffy's imagination, or so he assumed. Buffy he recognized, the others, not so much. So he didn't need Willow alive, nor did he need her attention. He just needed to snap Buffy out of it.

"You waiting on an invitation or something?"