"I'm just... concerned for her well-being," Willow says, pacing across the office; that's the usual excuse, anyway. It's far too late for you both to be here, but it's the only night that the sheriff went home to sleep, and it's making Willow a little paranoid. She's been hopelessly in love with Sheriff Emery Sterling, who happens to be her boss, and she's been working herself to death just to prove her worth; Emery knows Willow is more than capable – Willow's her favorite deputy, anyway – but Willow doesn't believe that.

She looks like she hasn't slept in days. Honestly, you've never met someone who could benefit more from smoking a little weed, but Willow is too much of a rule-follower to do something like that.

"I need to stop thinking, but I can't. I-I feel like I'm going insane." She stops walking and looks at you, her shoulders slumped. "Help me out here? Please?"