Days had passed since Angel and Buffy's talked about her visit to LA Pike, Angel and Caela stayed at Buffy's house as Buffy tried to go from the dorm and back to spend time with both her friends past and present. Pike had no other jobs in waiting but that wasn't the only reason keeping him there. He wanted to spend time with Buffy as well as Caela. He knew that if he were to leave her with what seemed to her at the immediate time to be strangers that she would be overwhelmed. Deciding to stay seemed to be the best way to help her adjust. Slowly.

Buffy kept up with her classes. Every single one. The hardest part was not trying to keep her mind on her work, but it was a class in particular of which she had to stay in the same room with tensed air between her and Riley. Given they had not broken up. Well, not officially it seemed, but she knew that she was hurting him by even questioning her relationship between her and him and her and Angel. Buffy's mom was due home soon according to the calendar Buffy had check off of the refrigerator.

****

As Buffy sat in Prof. Walsh's EX-class, she couldn't keep her mind focused on the discussion of the reading that was supposedly done as homework. All she could think about was what she was going to tell her mother when she found two men and a girl in her house. One of whom wasn't really like of reputation from Buffy's past, another an exed vampire (of which she wouldn't know about yet), and to add to the house of complications, a slayer. "Buffy!" A familiar voice broke her concentration in her deep thought. Blinking her eyes a few times she finally rejoined the coherent.

"Hm?" Looking over to Riley standing at the bottom of the stadium seating by the door.

"Class had been over for five minutes." Informing her with a discrete laugh below his breath so not to get himself into trouble. Riley had been teaching the class for the past couple of weeks since Walsh's death. He had unwantingly noticed that she had been distracted during class. "Come on I'll walk you out." He offered as he grabbed a stack of papers that needed to be graded that evening. Just as Riley had started off in front of Buffy to turn off the lights the phone in the office began to ring. Quickly, Riley raced to unlock the door as he cursed under his breath.

"Hello." Relieved that the other person on the line didn't hang up. "Yeah, she's right here." He gestured for her to come into the office. "No...May I ask what this is regarding?" Riley's expression fell as he listened to the person on the other line. "Oh my God." Releasing under his breathe.

"What?" A worried and now terrified Buffy asked with a trembling voice. He didn't look at her as she questioned the conversation of her business.

"No! I'll do it...Of course. Thank you." Riley slowly hung the phone up and hesitated to turn to face Buffy

"Oh, God, Riley. What happened? Whats going on? Was that Willow? Giles?" Buffy stride to go on with names of people of whom would talk to him and not her if it involved Buffy. Riley looked at her, as if searching for the right words. "Riley, you're killing me here. Spill!" She couldn't take it anymore. She thought to not know would be worse torture than to know the truth.

"It's your mom..." he watched her with no obstacles in his way. A steady concentration was fixed on her eyes. "She...Buffy..." Buffy shook her head at him before he could finish.

"No. No. No." She repeated numerous times before he was finally permitted to take hold of her to keep her from collapsing to the hard tiled floor. She began to cry vigorously.

***

After a half an hour of releasing her tears she was able to contain herself. But not in a state that was expected nor wanted. She began to daze off. Her eyes never fixed on a singular object, they always seemed to stay in a huge shape. Riley helped her up as well as helped her walk by taking a strong grip around her waist. Driving her home was the quietest drive he had ever taken, even in the times when he drove be himself without a radio. His company this time was not entirely furnished with a welcome mat.

Upon arriving to their destination, he stepped onto the porch still half carrying Buffy at his side. He knew that she was in no condition to ask for the keys to the house, instead he knocked fiercely on the hard, wooden door. After waiting a few seconds for an answer a beautiful, brunet, Cordelia opened the door, so quickly even that the speed's air had grabbed at her hair slightly, pulling it away from her eyes, revealing a distraught Riley and a tear stained Buffy. "Oh, my God." Riley pushed his way through the doorway and helped Buffy to a seat on the couch in the comfort of her mother;s home. He wasn't sure if it would be a comfort zone for her or a painful reminder. But it seemed that neither of his hypothesis' had taken effect on her non reaction to the change of environment.

"What happened?" Cordelia rushed over to Buffy and studied her friend's condition.

"Her mother..." He wasn't sure if he should run the risk of repeating the dreadful news.

"What?" Cordelia became distracted as she looked at him, turning from Buffy.

"She was killed in a car accident." He finally released the news.

"Call Willow!" Noticing that her friend was not taking this very well. She needed as many people that she loved around her to get through this. "And everybody else. Their numbers are next to the phone." Cordelia was in control at the moment. Between the two of them she knew Buffy the best. And she had seen her react to pain like this. And the results were never good. Remembering the time when she kept her fears in about the Master after he was dead and jeopardizing her friends' lives. And when she had "killed" Angel and ran away for a summer

Taking in his orders he turned into the kitchen and followed them through. After ten minutes or so he had returned to Buffy and Cordelia. Cordy had sat down besides Buffy and eased her head to rest on her lap. Cordy had shown more compassion towards Buffy than she seemed to have ever given to anyone in the group. Including Xander. She brushed Buffy's soft hair to help relieve some of the stress, with her hand. "Everyone's on their way. Maybe we should-"

Bringing up needless suggestions for the moment he was cut off.

"Call Angel." Looking up at him. "They went to LA to visit the oracles. Caela wanted to see them. I had to stay and clean the house, since..." Right then everyone felt the pain of losing someone they knew. Sort of.

Hesitantly he understood that she needed to be surrounded by loved ones. "Where's his number?" Waiting for an answer she reached for her purse and took out a little book, and flipped through it. Finding the right page she handed it over to Riley and Gave it to him. She tried to give a smile, letting him know that what he was doing was the right thing, but he immediately walked away

***

Angel barely took the time to even put on the emergency break let alone taking off his seat belt as he pulled into the driveway of the familiar house. He was the first to enter the house leaving Pike and Caela behind. "Where is she?" Looking to Riley he seemed to be more of a mess than Buffy.

"She's upstairs, sleeping." Cordelia stood up from the couch as everyone stood in silence. The house was now filled to the brim of people, once again. Only this time everyone was on the same ground in terms. To help Buffy get through her loss.

Immediately absorbing the information he raced up the stairs, skipping every other step. Riley didn't like the idea that he was running the risk of waking her. "Wait." Riley tried to dash after him.

"No." Xander stopped him as he stepped in front of Riley, holding a hand up. "I know you're going to hate me saying this. But right now, Angel is the only one who can talk to her about this."

"But he shouldn't-" Although snapping Xander off he was cut off as well in mid sentence.

"No...Just let him be there for her." Xander stared deep into Riley's eyes letting the dirty blond know that he meant business, even though he probably was no match for him in Braun. Finally after a short focus he released the link and turned away from him, returning to his spot on the wall.

***

Although she was said to asleep, there was still a small doubt in the back of Angel's mind that she would be awake, only faking in order to avoid unwanted sympathy. He thought it would be best not to risk waking her if she were asleep by knocking on her bedroom door. Instead he slowly opened the door, giving her and himself for that, a gradual heads up of each other's presence. Low and behold, Buffy sat on her window seat once again as she stared out into what seemed like space to everyone else but in truth was simply the trees and grass outside. Not sure of whether she was completely aware of his entrance he closed the door with a purposed click, to announce his arrival.

At the sound Buffy flinched, and only assumed that it was Riley once again. More needless talk about her feelings, something she hated the most, aside from the predestined future she possessed. She kept her head firmly locked on her gaze away from the door. It wasn't until Angel had actually spoke that she realized who it was.

"Buffy..." Angel wasn't sure how high his voice needed to be in order to snap her out of her star, but he started off with a sweet whisper.

Her reaction was at first relieving to a certain extent. She quickly turned to see if her mind wasn't playing tricks with her. Realizing that it really was him her tears started up again. It seemed as if a dame had overflowed, salty water gushed out from every part of her eyes. In just seconds her entire face was wet and shinny from the streaks of water.

Angel knew immediately what she was thinking and why she had reacted to him the way she did. Rushing to her, he quickly knelt down on one knee beside the window seat she sat upon and circled his arms around her waist, where she too clung to him with her hands tightly wrapped his neck and shoulders. Her sobs worsened with his touch. Even though he hated to see her cry, he knew that this was what she needed. She had a lovely reputation of keeping her feelings completely confined within her own sense of being. Not allowing anyone else in. Except Angel knew how to break it down. Which was something that would take years for people to master considering Buffy's stubbornness, but Angel acquired the skill after a few months. Which scared Buffy at times. But at the same, made her love him more. She hadn't been reminded on Angel's particular gift for months now. And she had forgotten his way of soothing her agony.

After only a few minutes of embracing one another, Angel scooped Buffy up into his arms and placed her on the nearest far side of the bed. Even though she didn't dare let go of his neck and shoulders he was able to pull the covers and sheets back. Finally, she eased her death grip on Angel and he helped Buffy slid herself deep into the bed and carefully arranged pillows, while Buffy held Angel's hand with her's tightly throughout the whole process. As Angel sat up grab a seat by the bed, his hand threatened of releasement. Buffy began to panic and sat up slightly in the bed looking dead set in his eyes. Still tear stained. Angel felt sorry that he had created such a false alarm and even tried to gesture his way to be given some more slack in order to pull the chair closer. She wouldn't budge. Instead she thought to herself and began to scoot her tiny body over, slowly, to a single side of the bed. Getting the hint, Angel removed his shoes with his own feet as he slipped out of his duster. He retracted the covers once more and hifted his body and weight for side to side in order to fit Buffy's position.

They had spent hours like that. It was only 7 pm when Angel had finally arrived from LA and helped Buffy get some rest. And now it was 3 am the next morning. Angel, who had missed dinner and was already not used to having food related attacks of famishedment, made a temporary excape to the kitchen. Steeling a banana from the fruit bowl and some water he made his way back up the Buffy's bedroom when he had finished his post midnight snack. Knowing that he would risk the chance of waking her up each time her opened and closed the door he left the door ajar ever so slightly. Finally reaching the bedroom he slowly pushed the door just enough for him to slip though. Stopping him in mid track he realized that the bed was empty. Buffy was no where to be seen in the room.

***

Angel raced out of the room and checked the bathroom, then down stairs, and in a last resort panic he checked the other bed rooms without notice to the other people in them. Drawing attention with all of the racket Angel began to have followers asking him, no demanding him as to what he was doing. Finaly, "Buffy's missing. I went downstairs for a few minutes and when I returned she was gone." As he finished almost on cue, he walked back in to Buffy's bedroom and suddenly realized the open window. The curtains blews with the rythum of the wind. "Damn." Under his breath, Angel realised his frustration.

****

Angel was not alone in the search but he felt as though he wished he had been. Everyone was thinking, "she's-only-going-through-a-rouch-time," thoughts where as Angel was thinking more along the lines of "a distracted Buffy is a dead Buffy." He knew how much she could just give up the will to live when things like this came to close to home. Not too many peope had witnessed it, but Angel and her both knew that it was there. A distracted Buffy is a dead Buffy. Angel repeated. A distracted Buffy is a dead Buffy. a distracted Buffy is a dead B-

"Wait!" Caela almost unsuspectantly half collapsed to her hands and knees, calling after the group which had grown ahead of her. Everyone turned around, still focused at the task at hand.

"Well...What is it?" Angel of course was frustrated as it was, but Caela understoof and brushed it off. "We haven't got time, Buffy is still-"

"She doesn't know where she is!" Trying to meet everybody's range of hearing.

"What?" Everyone either said in unison or looked at her with the same question.

"You mean she's been kidnapped?" Giles was quick to interpretaion.

"No..." She closed her tightly as if bareing pain at the same time. "She...She...She's dreaming." Looking up, Caela realized that she wasn't the only one conmfused.

"Wha-" Willow was going to be the first to ask before Cordelia could jump in.

"Great! She's walking around in the middle of the night and she's still getting more sleep than I am. Thats just not fair." Cordelia wasn't entirely talking to the group, but she didn't mind lletting her thoughts out to the public.

"Sleepwalking!" Xander's brain clicked.

"Caela." At the immediate tone of Angel's voice Caela's head shot up. "Can you tell us where she is? Give us a land mark? Anything?" He pressed on. They stood there watching her and Caela closed her eyes in what seemed to be a strivful way to get rid of a headache. "Well? What do you see?" Angel knew they were running out of time.

"The graveyard!" She earged after interpeting a vision of tombstones and other statues.

***

Buffy screamed as she flailed her arms about. It looked as if something was holding her. Pinning her to the ground. But to anyone else standing on the side they could see nothing. Her hair was full of mud, her sweats and tee shirt were covered in grass stains. Angel came running around a group of bushes after hearing her distinct yell. He knew exactly what she was doing, but he didn't know with whom she was doing it to. She seemed to be fighting whatever was holding her to the soft but firm grassy ground. Angel reached for her arms, only to loose his grip on each one with her determination to get loose from whatever demon was holding her down in her dreams. He tried to straddle her, to hold her still so that she wouldn't hurt him or herself in the process to calm her down. Not even the call of her own name seemed to snap her out of it. Frustrated, Angel readied his hand to slap her across the face. Only to stop just before his skin met hers, remembering that those who sleep walk must not be woken up forcefully, but gracefully and gently. Thinking of only one thing as she still moved fiercely beneath him. Angel, kissed her. Softly at first. But she then began to move her head out of his way, pushing him away from her lips. Knowing that the kiss had not done it's intended job he took her face in his hand harshly enough to keep it still and repeated his trial. Smashing his mouth against her numerous of times. He wasn't sure if she was still asleep and only "kissing" him in her dreams or if she had already woken up and decided that she was truly enjoying herself.

As soon as the kiss began to deepen further than it already had, Riley stepped into the clearing of the bushes of which Angel had as well and stood in amazement to what he found. And in shock.

Angel was the first to hear Riley's footsteps and sudden halt. Sensing the fact that it was a bit of an awkward situation to be kept in he pulled away from Buffy almost immediately. He had known that she was awake, she still looked drowsy and the fact that she had appeared to use an awful lot of strength to ward off the demons in her nightmare didn't help her look more awake either. Angel realized that she must have been cold, exhausted, scared, hurt and above all very confused as to where she was and how she had gotten there. Angel quickly grabbed underneath her waist and back and hefted her up to scoop her in his arms once again. Riley's anger began to raise, who was Angel to come around and take the position of being Buffy's knight in shinning armor? But he knew that there was no time to argue, and that he would have done the same if he had been the one hovering above her limp body. She barely had the strength to hold onto Angel's neck and shoulders to help herself into an upright position.

***

Racing upstairs, Angel still had a firm grip on Buffy. Everyone followed soon behind, closing the door behind them. Instead of returning Buffy to the comfort of her bed Angel pushed his way deeper into the hallway and into the bathroom. Sitting on the side of the tub, he did not set her down, he held her in his lap. Mixing the water temperature, Angel began to wait for the tub to fill to an even amount. Riley came storming in just as Angel had turned on the water.

"What are you doing?" Although his voice was low his anger and frustration made him seem to be yelling.

"She's in shock, and she's filthy." Angel thought it was needless to explain, for the obvious reasons that sat in front of both of their faces. But still didn't want to fight with anyone at the moment. Angel freed a hand after readjusting Buffy's weight on his lap in order to keep her steady with even support. His empty hand began to fumble at Buff'y simple blue, buttoned down, blouse. With impeccable, it was then that everyone flooded into the small room.

"Whats going-" Xander immediately turned his face to look in the opposite direction as Buffy's becomingly bare chest. Her shirt had not separated enough yet, but it was an inevitable event.

Everyone began to subconsciously gawk at Angel's actions, in astonishment. "Willow, do you want to help me out here?" A little frustrated, Angel mumbles as he focused on the removal of Buffy's night wear.

Without hesitation, Willow turned off the water and- "Xander..." Giving a "help me out here" look, Willow gestured towards the crowd.

"Come on everybody." Quickly getting the hint, Xander began to scoot everyone out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Riley hadn't moved. A knock at the door disrupted them of their task once again.

"Yeah!" Answering from afar, Angel gave a quiet yell. Xander reopened the door and walked over to Riley without distraction. Putting his hands firmly on Riley's shoulders, he began to pull him towards the door. When Riley stopped to protest, Xander hardened his expression and firmness in his hand muscles. Xander was no longer being sympathetic, instead he seemed upset with Riley's reluctance. He had always loved Buffy, and he had to admit to at least himself that if Buffy was in trouble and he couldn't do anything to help, personaly, he would chose Angel over Riley any day. Angel had known Buffy longer, understanding where she was coming from, her true past, her secrets and weaknesses. Riley, although liked the idea of having a girlfriend who can take care of herself, didn't exactly grasp the pain and final destination that a slayer endrures and faces. Instead, he looked at Buffy's stories as iver embelishment. A simple bit of haming it up.

Xander was finally able to lure or ,rather, pull Riley out of the room and left the two to tend to Buffy.

She sat on her own, surprisingly. Hunched over slightly as she kept a tight hold on Angel's hand. Willow worked the dirt out of her friends hair with water only. They didn't want to have to deal with soap at the moment, it seemed to much of a hassel.

"I'll go get her a shirt to wear." Willow explained her reason's for leaving Angel to help Buffy out and to dry her off.

He pulled the plug out of the drain as he reached for the nearest towel off of the rack. He wrapped the fluffed towel over her back and plucked her out of the tub and again to his amazement she stood on her own. She was gradually coming out of what seemed to be her comotose state. After riding her of the excess water on her skin he did his best to do the same with her hair. Willow returned with what seemed to be the longet shirt she could find, thinking that it would be too difficult to put something over her legs. She slipped it over her head and helped her find the arm holes. It hurt Willow to thinkt hat her friend was sick. And it wasn't the type of illness that was cureable. This was something that she would just have to go through and see if she makes it with her sanity intact.

Angel carried her to her bed once again and slid up behind her, sliding his hand around her waist so that they were both comfortable as she continued to hold his hand resolutely. Angel was thankful that he was able to fall enough into deep sleep in order to contain his sanity, for her sake, as well.

****

Her room remained silent even in the mid morning as the day began to grow. The sun did not appear, letting the clouds and rain to replace it. With the curtains drawn the night was barely missed. Since getting "enough" rest from the night he was too worked up over Buffy's stability. Angel was unable to sleep comfortably as he couldn't help observing her breathing pattern. There were times when she would apparently be having a rather disturbing dream or nightmare rather, would quicken her breathing. Each time this occurred his heart rate seemed to hyperventilate itself.

Feeling a sudden need to use the facilities he gently began to slide out from under her. Her head gradually laid onto her pillow rather than Angel's arm. Finally making it out safely he stood up and returned the covers over her body. Just as he turned to the door he heard her stir with a small moan and whimper toned in her throat. Angel quickly snapped back to make sure that she would last a few minutes on her own. Once she had settled back down he started off to the restroom once again.

*****

Washing his hands he couldn't avoid from shifting his eyes from the sink to the mirror in front of him. His features were so very clean and handsome, he had forgotten what he looked liked. Even then the only clear picture that you could get of your own face at that time would be from that of a wishing well. Technology meant nothing in his "time." But that meant nothing to him anymore. He was no longer a puritan, nor a vampire. He was human. A human in desperate need of a shave.

Angel checked on Buffy once more and made his way downstairs. He assumed that he would get away with a good hour of free time without having to scare or worry Buffy. She did not know that he was going out, and he too, knew that if she were to wake up without him nearby she would begin to shake, in both literal and figurative.

Everyone seemed to be moving about. Caela sat on the couch with Willow and Cordelia watching TV. Riley, slumply sat in a lay-z-boy chair and didn't care much of what everyone else was doing. Being too deep in his own thoughts. Of course he then realized that not everyone was accounted for.

"Where's Pike? And Wesley?" Looking to Cordelia who seemed to be the one who was least interested in the Tom and Jerry cartoon.

"Pike's outside working on his bike. Giles took Wesley to his place to do more research on the Kis-what-a-maever." Forgetting the name of Caela's official name, she did her best to sound it out but quickly gave up.

"Oh. Hey!" With that he caught everyone's attention. "I have to go to the store and do pick up some things. Do you guys want to come with?" Willow and Cordelia were looking at one another. Although everyone knew the Cordelia would never admittedly pass up a chance to go shopping, she and Willow looked at one another, knowing that if one were to go that the other would have to stay behind to watch on Buffy. "Come on, Caela. You shouldn't have to stay cooped up in this house. Go get your coat." He seemed to talk to her as if he had already gotten used to being her guardian.

"Aysep!" Hopping off of the couch the teenager spoke excitedly a word that resembles the high pitch waves of "Okay!" And worked her way up the stairs to retrieve her coat as asked.

"Okay, you guys can stay and give me a list if you want, or you can stay here?" Giving him a reasonable look upon things.

"Thats not necessary." A small voice spoke up slightly in order to make herself hear as well as noticed. Caught off guard by her sudden presence everyone whirled around to see Buffy standing at the bottom of the staircase.

"Buffy." Riley sat up almost immediately with a sigh of relief in his voice. He finally neared close enough to hug her. She did not embrace him in return, but only leaned her head against his chest lightly as he wrapped his arms tightly around her body. Catching her arms at the bend as well since she held them close to her chest.

"Riley..." Waiting for him to pull away from her. "Go home." He gave her a deathly look. "Get some rest." Catching herself to the sound of her last comment. "I'm okay. Really." Giving him extra assurance.

"You sure?" He sent a wave of firmness to what she was asking of him. She nodded in response. "Okay. I'll call you later." Kissing the top of her head he made his way out of the house and drove away.

Caela stealthily stood behind Buffy on the opposite side of the stairs and waited for everything to pass.

"You ready?" Angel cocked his head to meet her gaze.

"Hm?" She snapped out of her day dream.

"Come on." Angel snickered to himself by Caela's reaction.

"Can I come?!" Trying to catch them before they left, Buffy perked up. Catching everyone's attention they turned around as if astounded

"Are you sure about this? I mean you're still..." Willow didn't want to state the obvious but thats what friends were there for at times.

"Yeah. I need to get out of the house." She was dreadfully serious as she tried to meet everyone's eyes, especially Angel's. Then she finally caught Caela's. "Besides! We still have to talk about school stuff. As much as I hate the topic I am sure that you've missed a lot of school on your trip." Giving a pitiful look to Caela's expressionless face. It seemed to bring a nasty thought to her as well.

"School?" Caela was puzzled by the fact that it now seemed as if she were a part of a family. One that she could barely remember the names of everyone in.

****

"So, what grade are you in anyway?" Caela was questioned as soon as they arrived to the small parking center. A Walmart and Vons were joined at the side. The mall sat just across the street. Cordelia and Buffy seemed to look at each other with the same thought. A calling of some sort. To go shopping. They all pilled out of Angel's car and watched Pike pull into the parking spot next to theirs. The three women appeared to be on the same wave link, as they had conversations by just looking at one another and nodding in response.

"You know what boys?" Cordelia finally spoke up. "Why don't us, girls, go to the mall and you guys can go do your stuff and we can meet up for lunch?" Giggles came in every form from each girl except Caela, who seemed to be completely lost. "I'm wearing my cell phone, Angel. Call us when you're done." Finalizing the discussion before it was even debated upon. "Come on." Grabbing Caela by the arm they all strided off to the mall.

****

"Are you ever coming out? It can't be that bad." Buffy hollered into the hall of fitting rooms in Express. "You ar'n't in here, ar' ya?' Responding from her cubically built room.

"You are in California now. The U. S. of A. You have to fit in. We don't want the you-know-who's to be able to spot you out by your odd style now do we?" Buffy tried her best to reason with her new friend and partner.

"The door slowly creaked open and the sounds of socks scratched at the surface of the hard carpet. Caela's eyes finally peeked out of the corner of the extending wall. Upon seeing her at last, everyone stood up and walked over to the young teenager.

"You look delish." Cordy squealed at the appearance of her final work.

"It's not me." Caela shyly exclaimed her reasoning for cowering in the corner.

"What? Are you telling me they don't have leather in Ireland?" Buffy was still analyzing the outfit as she took time to glance off the clothing and up to Caela.

"I was never permitted to wear such clothes. The women were-"

"Yeah, well, you're in our town now. Wear what you want." Willow watch beeped at the change of hour as Buffy reassured Caela.

"What could they be doing? It's been three hours now and its one o'clock, and I'm hungry." Cordelia gave a quick complain.

"Come on, lets go get you some shoes." Buffy shrugged off Cordy's whines. The girls gathered their things and waited for Caela to give them the clothes to buy while she changed-

"Wait! Do you want to wear some of the new clothes you got at Wet Seal?" Willow thought it would be fun to show off to the guys as well as the boys during lunch. After a short debate, Caela finally gave in and changed into a white pair of jeans and a bare backed, cross stringed shirt that had a blue and white almost picnic table checkered pattern. She felt so naked by the way the shirt was of no-bra style. The rain outside of the windows showed that although it subsided the grounds were sill wet and full of puddles. The clouds disintegrated the light of the sun to almost a blackened atmosphere.

****

Ring...Ring..."Finally." exiting the shoe store, Cordy receive a long awaited phone call on her cell. "Hello. Cordelia Chase, speaking."

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