(Gunn and Fred run for the office. Connor is waiting, neutralizes them. Connor turns - only to find Angel standing in the doorway.)

ANGEL: Sit. Down.

CONNOR: You're too weak to take me.

ANGEL: You really think that?

(Connor considers. decides to sit)

ANGEL: So... how was your summer? Mine was fun. Saw some fish. Went mad with hunger. Hallucinated a whole bunch.

CONNOR: You deserved worse.

ANGEL: Because I killed Holtz - except I didn't. I tried telling you that while you were busy offshore dumping me, but I didn't know the whole score. Holtz killed himself. Actually, he had your buddy Justine do it with an ice pick. Just to make you hate me.

CONNOR: Even if... you still deserved it.

ANGEL: What I deserve is open to debate. But understand there's a difference between wishing vengeance on someone and taking it. So now, the questions becomes: what do *you* deserve?

(Connor suddenly jumps up from his chair and runs for the door, but Angel intercepts him, tossing him against the wall.)

ANGEL: Daddy's not finished talking. Wesley told me everything that's been going on. So, as far as I'm concerned what you *deserve* rests on one answer: Did you do something to Cordelia?

CONNOR: No.

FRED: He's lying.

CONNOR: No, I'm not.

GUNN: No way she just *happened* to disappear the same night.

CONNOR: I'm telling the truth, okay?

ANGEL: I know. I can tell. You've done enough lying for me to know the difference. The truth has a better sound to it, less nasal, you know? Get up. What you did to me was unbelievable, Connor. But then I got stuck in a hell dimension by my girlfriend one time for a hundred years, so a few months under the ocean actually gave me perspective. Kind of a M. C. Esher perspective. But I did get time to think. About us, about the world. Nothing in the world is the way it ought to be. It's harsh, and cruel. But that's why there's us. Champions. It doesn't matter where we come from, what we've done or suffered, or even if we make a difference. We live as though the world were as it should be, to show it what it can be. You're not a part of that yet. I hope you will be. I love you, Connor. Now get out of my house.

(After a beat Connor leaves and Angel lets out a slight sigh. We hear the lobby doors close. Angel sways on his feet then leans against the wall. )

FRED: Angel!

ANGEL: All that talking really takes it out of you.

FRED: You need rest.

ANGEL: I need Cordy. Now. Wherever she is, whatever she's going through, we have to find her.

(The picture blends into a panorama of glowing, heavenly clouds. We close in on a bright, white light. Cordy's face becomes visible in the center of it as heavenly music swells.)

CORDELIA: God, I am so bored.

• Angel & Connor
• Cordelia & Angel
• Holtz & Connor

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