[ wanda releases buffy and leans down, frowning skeptically up along the trajectory of the arrow, then back at the door. accusatorial, she retorts back at the no longer quite inanimate object, ]

You're a real creep, you know that?

[ she glances around at their motley crew. ]

Up we go, then. If we want the key to Wonderland, it seems we've got to confront nightmare Bobby Darin.

[ wanda turns her chin up toward the lighthouse window, musing to herself as she heads for the door that hangs open, ]

...or is it Frank Sinatra...?

[ natasha always had this pristine collection of old records... wanda stirs herself from the memory of late night drinks and that record player to call over her shoulder, ]

Buffy, you can lean on me if you need to.