(Angel's bedroom.)

ANGEL: (to Cordelia's body, holding her hand) Cordy, look I know you can't hear me, but, there is something I have to say. (Puts down hand) You really piss me off, you know that? I thought we trusted each other. But you've been lying. MRI's and CAT scans? It's been going on for over a year. Why couldn't you let me in? I coulda helped you. You make me so furious.

CORDELIA: You're furious? I get body-jacked on my birthday, and *you're* the one that's furious?

LORNE: Knock, knock. How is she?

ANGEL: The same. You ready?

LORNE: As I'll ever be.

CORDELIA: For what? What's he gonna do?

(Lorne sits on edge of bed.)

LORNE: Although I'm sort of wishing I brought my helmet. Last time I tried this I got blown across the room.

CORDELIA: Oh, God, please let this work.

(Lorne places his fingers on temples of Cordelia's body, closes his eyes. Cordelia closes her eyes also.)

LORNE: Cordelia? Are you there?

CORDELIA: It's me. Lorne, I'm here.

LORNE: Cordelia?

CORDELIA: (opening eyes) Yes! One seven one Oak Street. Can you hear me? Lorne?

(Lorne takes his hands away.)

ANGEL: What?

LORNE: Cordelia's not in there. She's just gone.

CORDELIA: I'm standing right in front of you.

(Angel rests his head on his hands. Cordelia hears the indistinct whisperings again.)

CORDELIA: And - I'm afraid.

ANGEL: No. This isn't gonna happen. I don't care how many favors you have to call in. I don't care how many gods you have to cross. You have a connection to the Powers That Be and you're gonna find me a way to talk to them. Understand?

LORNE: A-Angel honey, it-it's not that easy. I mean, contacting the Powers is a muddy, not to mention dangerous, area. But this is a, this is a bit much to ask.

ANGEL: I'm not asking.

(Lorne sighs and leaves. Angel sits and eventually begins to snore.)

CORDELIA: Finally! Okay, Wes, let's hope your books know what they're talking about.

(Cordelia melds into Angel's body, 'they' rise, write '171 Oak' on wall before the whispering returns, followed by a dark shadow which evicts her from Angel's body. Angel collapses.)

CORDELIA: Listen up! Whatever you are - you can't scare me.

WESLEY: (entering) Angel, I just - what are you doing on the floor?

ANGEL: I don't know. I had this dream that, uh, that Cordy was here. She was, trying to, erm, tell me something. Something really important.

CORDELIA: Yes! And, and...?

ANGEL: It's weird.

CORDELIA: *How* are *you* a champion? In what *way* are *you* a champion?

WESLEY: Fred studied Cordelia's latest CAT scans. The news isn't good. The tests show widespread neuro-electrical deterioration.

CORDELIA: That's just a fancy way of saying...

ANGEL: She's dying.

CORDELIA: I think I like the fancy way better.

WESLEY: I'm still working on, ah, the mystical aspect: trance states, astral projection, spiritual possession. But, so far I haven't been able to... Why don't you take a break? I-I'll watch her and Connor.

(Angel leaves.)

CORDELIA: I'm not ready yet.

(A mystical wind backs Cordelia into a corner and Skip materializes.)

CORDELIA: Ohh, no...

SKIP: Hey. How's it going?

CORDELIA: You're - you're - death? You've come to take me.

SKIP: (bursts out laughing) Kidding. (Offers hand) I'm Skip. (She doesn't shake it.) You're Cordelia Chase, right? (Cordelia nods slightly) Sorry it took me so long, I... (Indicates her body) this you? Most people go astral, their spiritual shapes tend to be an idealized version of themselves. You know, straighten the nose, lose the gray, sort of a self-esteem kind of thing. You're pretty confident, aren't ya?

CORDELIA: What is this? Who are you? What the *hell* is going on?!

SKIP: You got questions? I get that. And I'll answer 'em, too, but first we got to get out of here.

CORDELIA: But why? Here's good. I feel really comfortable here. I-I like here.

SKIP: But you see, there's a slight problem: *you*, don't belong here anymore.

CORDELIA: Because I'm dead?

SKIP: Not yet. But you will be - very soon. Unless, you, come with me.

CORDELIA: Well, I'll follow you on-on one condition. You have to tell my friends about this vision that I had.

SKIP: Sorry. No can do. I'm not a messenger. I'm just a guide.

(Skip holds out hand.)

CORDELIA: I don't wanna die.

SKIP: So don't.

(She takes his hand. There is a blue flash of light.)

• Angel & Lorne (the Host)
• Cordelia & Angel
• Cordelia's visions & championhood

written by: Mere Smith; Originally transcribed by anonymous. Edited, formatted and checked against source for this site by Ann. . Full transcript at:
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