Series: Unnamed
Summary: Follows "Anything" and "Can't", Angel returns to the Hyperion.
Disclaimer: in previous parts

Angel looked around the lobby as he headed toward the stairs. Fred sat on the counter, kicking it lightly with her heels, looking around with open curiosity.

When she saw Angel she smiled brightly. "You're back. Every one was very upset when you ran off. Every one running around like a bunch of chickens with their heads cut off. People say that here: 'chickens with their heads cut off'. I remember that. The sun about to rise. worry, worry, worry. They thought you might. Well they though it best if they found you first. I guess you didn't thought, very glad about that. You're here, safe. That's good. People do say chickens with their heads cut off when they mean every which way don't they?"

Angel stopped. "They say that," he answered Fred, then continued up the stairs.

"Um, they're worried," Fred reminded Angel holding out the phone.

Angel walked back to her. He took the phone and dialed Cordelia's cell number.

"Hello? Has he been found?" she asked.

"It's Angel," he said.

"Oh thank God, Angel. Where are you? Where have you been?"

"I'm at the Hotel. I was trying. it doesn't matter, it didn't work," Angel hung up the phone and slowly walked up the stairs.

Fred watched him unhappily. After a moment she followed him up to the roof. Angel stood starring out into the night, looking lost. Timidly Fred crept up beside him. She took his hand in both of her. When Angel looked down at her she said. "I know. It hurts. losing your whole world."

Angel's hand tightened briefly on hers before turning back to the night sky. "I don't know what to do," he said.

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