ANGEL: The sun. Daylight. Quick. Hand me a blanket. Hand me a blanket or I'm gonna catch on fire!

(Wesley scrambles for a blanket as Angel tries to pull up his leather jacket to cover his head.)

ANGEL: Hand me a blanket! I'm gonna catch on fire! (realizes) Why am I not on fire?

GUNN: Yo, that was phat!

WESLEY: Well, it is another dimension. Perhaps their sun...

LORNE: Back up, Copernicus. (Points to the sky) That's suns. Plural.

WESLEY: Suns. Yes. Well, perhaps they don't have the same effect on vampires.

(Wesley reaches out to pinch Angel's cheek, making him jump and turn in his seat.)

ANGEL: Hey! Watch it. Alright? (Wesley pinches Angel's cheek.) Hey! (Angel pinches back.)

WESLEY: Fascinating!

GUNN: Did you all see the street do that bendy thing?

ANGEL: (to Lorne) So, we made it then. This is your world.

LORNE: Oh yes. Home sweet hell.

ANGEL: Ha! I'm not on fire.

WESLEY: And we're together. And we didn't merge into some freakish, four-men Siamese twin!

GUNN: That was a risk? How come nobody told me that was a risk?

(Angel jumps up to stand on his seat and spreads his arms looking up at the suns.)

ANGEL: Can everyone just notice how much fire I'm not on?

LORNE: Yeah, it's a beautiful day in the neighborhood alright. Now, may I suggest we find some way to hide the car? It'll be a little conspicuous, seeing as we don't have convertibles in this world. Or you know, cars.

GUNN: Wonder if this is where Cordy came through.

WESLEY: Could be.

ANGEL: Let's start gathering some branches, some brush. Anything to cover up the car. Oh, hey, look. There is some over in that patch of sun. I'll get them!

(Runs off. Reaches down to pick up the branches, but instead turns to bask in the suns, taking a deep breath.)

GUNN: (to Wesley) Hey, I'll give it to you. Trip into an alternate universe? Pretty damn cool. (He and Wes do an elaborate handshake ritual.) But I wanna find Cordy, quick.

LORNE: Me too. Well, I-I mean for her sake of course. - If I know Pylea, she could probably use a friend right about now.

(...)

ANGEL: This should do it. Are you ready?

LORNE: Yeah. I think we're only a couple miles from town, but we'll have to walk it.

ANGEL: No problem here, walking in the sun. Hey, do it all the time.

WESLEY: Yes, we're all heartily aware that you're not on fire. Shall we go?

(Wes starts to follow the host then calls back over his shoulder)

WESLEY: Don't forget the book.

(Angel freezes)

WESLEY: What's wrong?

ANGEL: I just don't think that's funny.

WESLEY: I wasn't trying to be... What?

ANGEL: Wesley, I don't have the book.

LORNE: What?!

ANGEL: (points at Wesley) You had the book.

WESLEY: I don't have the book.

GUNN: Who had the book?

ANGEL: (simultaneously with Wesley) Wesley.

WESLEY: (simultaneously with Angel) Angel.

ANGEL and WESLEY: (simultaneously) No, I didn't. Yes you did!

LORNE: Whoa. Ho, ho, whoa. Did we *look* in the car?

ANGEL: There is nothing there. I checked it before we started hiding it to make sure we didn't leave anything.

LORNE: Oh! Like, say, the *book*!

WESLEY: Hold on. The book was in the car. That much we know. But, but perhaps - perhaps its only function is to open portals *to* Pylea. In which case it would be useless *in* Pylea and therefore it only exists in our own dimension.

LORNE: Oh. You know, ordinarily I handle bad news really well. I just drown my sorrows in an ice-cold gin and tonic, little squeeze of lime, except where they don't *have* them here!!

ANGEL: Guys. Guys. You guys. We'll figure out another way to get back. We will. But right now we gotta find Cordelia, okay? That's why we're here, right? She needs us. Let's go.

(They all walk off together.)

WESLEY: You grabbed the book when...

LORNE: I can't believe...

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