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Previously on Angel.

Who are you?

This is to confirm that
you have been rescued by Angel,

C.E.O. and president
of Wolfram and Hart.

You run a law firm?
Well, just lately.

Why on earth are we here?
What, because we're
crusaders against evil,

and now the law firm
that represents most of
the evil in the world...

has given us
its L.A. branch to run
however we want?

We're turnin'
this place inside out.

Yes, it's perfect.
It's the project you've
been waiting for.

Yeah, it's
Joanie Loves Chachimeets
The Sorrow And The Pity.

- Harmony.
- Hey, boss.

- You're my secretary?
-
Have you seen my lab?

It's giganamous.
And I'm in charge.

I'm just wondering
if you're ready
for the next step.

You don't know me,
or you wouldn't
ask that question.

Charles agreed to let us
enhance his mind...

with a comprehensive
knowledge of the law.

We're gonna change things.

We came to Wolfram and Hart
because it's a powerful weapon.

We'll deal with
whatever comes next.

Spike.

Spike.

- Go on, then.
- No, you've done enough.
You could still--

No. You've beaten 'em back.
It's for me to do the cleanup.

Spike.
I mean it.
I gotta do this.

Now, go.

I want to see how it ends.

What? What?

What the hell are
you doing here, Spike?

- Harmony, please.
-
This is Spike?

The Spike?
Wait a minute, who's--

Easy, slim, easy.
No one's gonna hurt you.

Speak for yourself,
Green Jeans.

- Would somebody please tell me--
- William the Bloody, a vampire.

One of the worst recorded.
Second only to--

Me.

But you're dead.

Well, yeah.
Who here isn't?

Besides him and him
and her and--

What are you again?

Bugger.

What-- What's
happened to me?

Well, I'm no doctor,
but I think you're a ghost.

I'm no--
I'm no bloody ghost.

Hey, you're the one
sticking out of a desk, pal.

And you can't talk to me
like that. We're not
going out anymore.

Where'd
he come from?

From this.

- Somethin' I gave
to Buffy before--
- Buffy? Is she--

She's okay.

Where?
Where is she?

Europe,
last I heard from her.

I want to see her,
talk to her.

That's gonna be tough.

- You can't keep her from me.
- She's not mine
to keep or yours.

Says you? You got
no idea what we had.

You never had her.
More than you,
you poncey--

Oh, my God!

You and
the Slayer actually--

I mean, I know
you had that twisted
obsession with her, but--

Ugh!
That's just-- Ugh!

I--

Ugh!

I must be in hell.

Uh, no, L.A.
But a lot of people
make that mistake.

So Spike and Buffy--

He was, um, an ally
of hers for some time.

At least that's
what Angel told me.
That's all Angel told me.

So he's a good guy
vampire like Angel?

He's nothing like me.

Got that right.
What have you
done to me?

What is this place?

Who are you people?

What the bloody hell
is happening?

Honey of a story.
Story?

Yeah. The Vampire Slayer
both men loved, both men lost.

Oh, I could sell
that to any studio
in a heartbeat.

I-- I see Depp and Bloom.

But then, I see them a lot.

Sorry. Hazard of running
the Entertainment Division.

Gotta get out more.

So what are you, then?
Scanner girl?

I'm Fred. I head up
Wolfram and Hart's
Science Department.

Wolfram and Hart? Heard of that.
Thought it was a law firm.

It is,
among other things.

Also heard they represent
the worst evil in the universe.

It did,
among other things.
But now I'm in charge.

Are you, now?

I'm getting electromagnetic
readings consistent
with spiritual entities,

but there's no
ectoplasmic matrix.

- Meaning?
- Ectoplasm is what makes ghosts
visible to the human eye.

If he's a ghost,
technically we shouldn't
be able to see him.

And I'm detecting
brain wave activity.

On Spike? Huh.
That is weird.

Also, ghosts generally
absorb light and heat energy,

making the area around them
a few degrees cooler.

Spike's radiating heat.

Think I'm hot,
do you?

Hmm. Lukewarm. Just above
room temperature.

Well, what the hell
am I then?

Whatever he is,
it's clearly tied
to this amulet.

Spike's essence,
for lack of a better term,

must've been
held within it.

Do you have any memory
of a strange sensation...

when it released
its energy?

What, you mean my skin
and muscle burning away
from the bone?

Organs exploding
in my chest?

Eyeballs melting in
their sockets? No. No memory
at all. Thanks for asking.

Okay, he's connected
to the amulet.

Last I heard, it was buried deep
inside of the Hellmouth.
How did it end up here?

Maybe he's here for a reason.
You know, some higher purpose
or something he's destined for,

sent to us by the Powers
That Be to help us or--

Who gave them
the bloody right
to do that?

Can't a man die in peace
without some high almighty
deciding it's not his time?

Let's have a little
more fun with him, eh?

You'd think that saving
the soddin' world would be
enough to earn me a rest.

- You'd think.
- Spike--

Hmm?
Oh, balls.

- Now what?
- I don't know.
He just--

What did he mean,
saving the world?

Oh, that?
Well--

Buffy did most
of the work.

Well, he helped, but--

Hmm?
What? What?

- Took the whats right
out of our mouths.
- Where'd you go?

- Don't you know?
- I'm-- I was--

You. This is your fault.

- Mine?
- You brought that bloody
amulet to Sunnydale.

You would have been
the one to use it,
until you chickened out.

- What did you--
- You heard me.

You left town
in the nick of time,
before the death and mayhem.

Abandoned the woman
you claimed to love.

She made the call.
It wasn't my choice.

And this bloody hell
wasn't mine.

I'm not you.
I don't give a piss about
atonement or destiny.

Just because I've got me a soul
doesn't mean I'm gonna
let myself be led around--

- Excuse me?
- Did-- Did you just say--

Spike has a soul?
You never said.

- Didn't seem worth mentioning.
- Seems to be a lot of that.

Or maybe Captain Forehead
was feeling a little
less special.

Didn't like me crashing
his exclusive club.

Another vampire with
a soul in the world.

You're not
inthe world, Casper.

Runnin' away again?

Nice new M.O.
I can see why
heroes like you...

get rewarded
with the shiny new
glass and chrome.

Why didn't I think of that?
I'm not responsible
for what happened to you.

Angel, it's almost 3:00.
You have a meeting--

Not now, Harmony.
And here, you've even
managed to get my ex-tumble,

the littlest vampire,
fetching coffee for you.

Nice perks
for the sellout.
A little tip, Spike.

Try not to talk about
things you don't understand.

I'm not the prat here.
I know you, Angel.

What do you think you're doing?
You made some devil's bargain
to take over this company.

Thought you'd use it to fight
the evil of the world from
inside the belly of the beast.

Trouble is, you're too busy
fighting to see you and yours
are getting digested.

Not gonna happen.
What, you think you're
in control here?

Guess again, mate.
You're no more
in control than I am.

Except I'm not gonna
bloody stand for it,
while you're just a blind--

Grox'lar beast.
What?

Oh, brilliant.

Okay.
Somebody wanna tell me
how a Grox'lar beast...

got past Security?

I don't have time for this.

Man's gotta stay
focused on profit margins
and power lunches.

Angel--
Yeah, Spike, I've
got a business to run.

That means responsibilities,
appointments to keep--

That was your 3:00.
That--

I'm meeting
with Grox'lars?

They eat babies.

Just their heads.
You were supposed to open
negotiations with his clan.

- Negotiations for what?
- Get 'em to stop
eating baby heads.

Oh, so that's good.

Oh, so this--
this is bad.

No, actually the Grox'lar clan
respects someone who takes
a strong opening position.

Wolfram and Hart didn't
just jack me up here
with the human laws.

Also demon laws
from every dimension.

Probably should've briefed
you about the Grox'lar,

but we got a little sidetracked.

Plus, I've been implementing our
reforms, mostly staff overhaul.

I fired 40 employees
in the past two days.

How's that goin'?
As expected.

Anger, tears,
venomous death threats.

Listen, I know I was
a little crabby before.

I mean, hello.
A little awkward
seeing you at my work.

But if-- if you want
to talk or something,
you know, about us or--

Okay, too soon.

I understand.

Slayer-loving freak.

Caught an associate
we laid off...

tryin' to smuggle this
out of the Voodoo Division.

It's a nice likeness.

This place just
goes on and on, doesn't it?

Like a ruddy
theme park attraction.

- I'm in a meeting, Spike.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't care.

We're rufflin' a lot of
dangerous feathers out there.

There's gonna
be a backlash.
Count on it.

We'll just have to
ride out the ripples
for a while.

I'm sensin' a ripple
on its way now.

Yes, uh--

Novac, sir. Uh,
what's this about you...

shutting down
the Internment
Acquisitions Division?

Internment Acqui--
Grave-robbing.

Listen, I know you fellows
are in charge now,
and you're doin' a bang-up job.

I'm with you 110%.

But that department
brings in mucho revenue
to this company.

Well, Novac,
we'll just have to tighten
our belts and do without.

No, you're not getting it.

Sir.

I.A.D. is under contract
to provide fresh bodies
to Magnus Hainsley.

You know
who he is, right?

Oy. Okay. He's one
of our oldest clients.

Big potatoes.
We stop delivering,

and he is not going
to be... thrilled.

Then he's probably not gonna
like it when you advise him
that he's no longer our client.

- Me?
- You got it, counselor.

You tell Mr.--

Hainsley that
Wolfram and Hart...

is under
new management and out of
the grave-robbing business.

Now, run along
and go argue your case.

Me?
Go.

You don't have to
take that from him, mate.

Stay out of this, Spike.
You don't work here.

Damn right I don't.
Look at you.

This is what you do now?
Delegate the dirty work to
spineless, low-level flunkies?

No offense.

The mighty hero, reduced to
a bloody bureaucrat.

If a certain Slayer
could see you now--

Get outta here, Spike.

Gladly. Cruel enough
punishment being stuck here
as a spook...

while you play
chairman of the boring.

But hell if I'm going
to spend my afterlife
in your stinking city.

Get stuffed.

You don't think
he's really gone, do you?

That what's
on your mind?

Could've been me, Wes.

It was supposed to be me.

You're not feeling guilty.
What, about Spike?

That's-- That's not--

Wolfram and Hart
gave me the amulet.

They must have
expected me to use it,

and they had to have known
it would have done to me
what it did to Spike, so--

Why bother handing you
the keys to the kingdom?

It doesn't make sense.
What are the senior
partners playing at?

Maybe there's dissent
in their ranks. Or maybe...

there's another player
in the game they and we
don't know anything about.

Then again,
maybe they got exactly
what they were after.

- Spike.
- He may be the one they--

What are you doin' here?
I thought you left town.

Don't think
I didn't bleeding try.

Every time I got
as far as the city limits,
I kept popping back here.

Like my insides
were getting yanked.

I suspected as much.
The amulet's Wolfram
and Hart's property.

It's bound to this place.
And since Spike's
connected to it--

Hey, I'm nobody's
bloody property, Percy.

So what, I'm just stuck
here forever? I bet you're
loving this, aren't you?

Knowing you'll be
haunting me till
the end of time.

Mm, it's
a dream come true.

Uh, boss?
That Novac lawyer you sent
over to dump the client--

Well, he's back.

- Okay, send him in.
- Okay.

What is--

Hmm. Ol' buckets here
was right.

You guys are doin'
a bang-up job.

Harmony, get me
Novac's contact list.

Close relations,
next of kin.

And let's be
discreet about this
for the time being, okay?

Discreet? Oh, you mean
like not tell anyone
about bucket o' lawyer.

Harmony, contact list. Hey.

Got word
you wanted the file
on Magnus Hainsley.

Dig this.
He's a sorcerer, big-time.

Rich with old money
and older mojo.

Owns a respectable
block of shares
in Wolfram and Hart,

and he's connected
up the wazoo.

Carries influence with power
players in the entertainment
industry, politics--

Oh, he's a necromancer.
Power over the dead.

That explains the bodies
Wolfram and Hart's
been providing him.

But not what he's
been doing with them.
Out of my chair.

- Make me.
- What's in the buckets?

Your man Novac.
Guess he's been-- what do
you call it-- downsized.

It's a message
from Magnus Hainsley.

And I'm gonna
reply to it personally.

You can't take Hainsley on.
I'm not gonna risk him turning
somebody else into chowder.

Angel, you've got
a multibillion-dollar company
at your disposal,

with armed
and trained personnel.

They cramp my style.
Your style's not going to
cut it with a necromancer.

We should probably
avoid an eye-for-an-eye
escalation here.

- I'm not goin'
for his eyes, Wes.
- I know what you should go for.

It'll hurt him. Bad.

Knew you'd pick the Viper.

- So bloody predictable.
- Spike, get out of the car.

- No.
- What?

This "haunting you until
the end of time" idea of yours
is starting to sound appealing.

I could drive you
completely starkers.

Right out of your gourd.
Yeah, and you wouldn't be able
to do a soddin' thing about it.

Fancy a road trip?

This'll be fun, eh?
You and me together again.

So, where are we off to?

To see the wizard.

Do you have an appointment
with Mr. Hainsley?

Let's just say
he sent us an invitation.

We're-- I'm from
Wolfram and Hart.

I'm his date.

Mr. Hainsley is with
a customer at the moment.

I'm afraid
he does not suffer
interruption lightly.

I'm not so worried
about his suffering.
Go ahead and interrupt.

As you wish.
Please wait here, gentlemen.

Oh, life among
the power elite.

It's all so civilized.

Hainsley grinds up
one of your people into chum,
and you drop by for tea.

I'm hopin' to avoid
a body count here.

No worries. Looks like
this Hainsley keeps
one on hand.

Man likes to play
with dollies.

This isn't for him.

It's a showroom.

I thought about
going older with it.

I don't know.
More distinguished,
kind of--

a 50-something
Shirley Temple Black with it.

You know,
that ultrarespectable
ambassador-to-somewhere feel.

But in the end, I--
I went with pretty.

I suppose we all do
in the end, don't we?

You know, in the end,
pretty people just seem
to have it so much--

Oh. Whoa.

There's something
you don't see every--

Mm. Okay, yeah,
that's feelin'
a little weird.

Excuse the interruption, sir.

There are some more
men from Wolfram and Hart
asking to see you.

They seem
rather adamant.

- Kill them.
- Very good, sir.

I don't know.
Maybe the geezer's
just lonely.

Throws himself
a surprise party
every night.

Picks out one of
these painted pigeons
and shows her a good time,

if you know
what I mean.

What? I'm sure
they don't mind.

- Yeah, I mind.
- Why?

They're the lucky ones,
aren't they?
It's over for them.

They've shuffled off,
cleanly, the one time.

Nobody's shoving them back
into this stinking world
against their will.

I mind.

Mr. Hainsley has asked
that I send you back to
Wolfram and Hart, gentlemen.

In a manner of speaking.

Uh-oh. Looks like
it's buckets for you.

A spoon?
That's just--

Well, okay, that's more--

disappointing
really.

I know you can't help,
but could you not root
for the other team?

I'll root for anyone
with half a chance
of taking you down a notch.

- What is your problem?
- You are, you ponce.

You're my problem.
You've got it too good.

You're king
of a 30-floor castle,

with all the cars,
comfort, power and glory
you could ever want.

And here I save the world,
throw myself on
the proverbial hand grenade...

for love, honor,
and all the right reasons,
and what do I get?

Bloody well toasted and ghosted
is what I get, isn't it?
It's just not fair.

Fair? You asked
for a soul. I didn't.

It almost killed me.
I spend a hundred years...

trying to come to terms
with infinite remorse.

You spent three weeks
moaning in a basement,
and then you were fine.

What's fair about that?

Are you getting blurry,
or is it--

Come in.
It's open.

- Hainsley.
- Didn't know it was
the head cheese himself.

Thought for sure
you were another lackey.

You should show more respect.

Oh, uh--

I can see you guys
have a-- a thing going on.

Don't let me
get in your way.
I'll... let myself out.

So how much
do you charge?

Installing the average demon
in a human body.

I'm sure a lot of them
would love to pass as people.

You know,
walk amongst the sheep.

Believe me, friend,
the average demon
can't afford it.

I'm cuttin' off
your supply, Hainsley.

As of now,
your body shop's--

Who do you think
you're talking to?

I eat the dead
for breakfast, son.

And you're just another
plate o' bacon and eggs.

A ghost, huh?

You brought a ghost
as your backup, vampire?

I'm not here to back him up.
I just haunt the bastard.

Stay out of this.
Oh, stick it,
far as it'll go.

You go ahead, wiz.
Do as you want.

What I want is to turn you
inside out, like a shirt.
Ah! Ow!

I could dust you
right now, boy.

Wouldn't even need a stake.

But that would be too big
an insult for the senior
partners to overlook.

It seems that
they've got plans for you.

- I've got
plans of my own.
-

Gunn. Do it.

And what was that?
Just call in an air strike?

I just froze
all your bank accounts.

Terminated your paper assets,
and turned your books over...

to a very motivated contact
we have at the I.R.S.

Five minutes from now,
you'll have nothing
but this house.

Ten minutes from now,
that'll go into foreclosure.

You can't do that.

I'll let myself out.
It's not legal.

You think you can get away
with that.
I'll sue you to hell.

Good luck.
We're your lawyers.

This isn't over, vampire.

That's how you're
gonna fight evil now?
Call the I.R.S.?

Whatever it takes.
Hello, I.R.S.? Could you
fight my battles for me?

While you're at it,
could you wipe my wide,
spotty a--

Oh, thank God.

...ss.

- You.
- Power over the dead.

But enough about me.
Let's talk about you.

You're a ghost.

Close enough anyway.

That's just
a horrible way to be.

You're not here,
you're not there.

Just lost somewhere
in the middle.

You can't fight against it.
You can't fix it.

Hell, you can't even
lift a finger 'cause you
simply don't have any.

Yeah.
What's it to you?

I can give you back
what's been taken from you.

Freedom.
Power of choice.

I can put your destiny
back in your own
flesh-and-bone hands.

That's right.
A corporeal body.

I can make that happen.

But to do that,
I need you to do
something for me.

Something that
might require--

Hurt Angel? That it?
You want me to hurt Angel?

You've come
to the right ghost.

Wiped out every asset
we could find
on Hainsley.

Wasn't easy.
Man's got his fingers
in a lot of dirty pies.

I think pies
are gonna be off
his menu for a while.

It's gotta hurt. I mean,
damn, who doesn't love pie?

- You're back.
- Hainsley out of business?

- Yeah, for the time being.
- So he's not going away?

I think that
"This isn't over yet, vampire"
may be the tip-off.

Guys, can we get
back to my, uh,
spiritual crisis?

Yes. Spike.

Popped out at me
at Hainsley's place.

But we all know that
he'll be back, and back,

and back,
and I really don't want
that happening again.

So explain to me
how we're going to
get him out of here.

He can't
get out of here.

Please don't tell me that.

Okay.

Wesley, you tell him.

I've had my entire
department doing thorough
research on the amulet.

There's not much.
Not in the way of releasing
Spike from it anyway.

At least not in
the conventional sense.

And what's
the unconventional sense?

Something he asked for.

Eternal rest.

Fine.
Don't talk to me.
What?

Whole time we were a thing
you treated me like
day-old rat blood.

Why should now be any diff?
Just 'cause you've gone
all Patrick Swayze.

What are you on about?
Well, gee, nothing much.

Just since you're
all soulful now,

I thought maybe,
just maybe, you might have
learned to open up a little.

You know, talk.

But I guess a leopard
can't change his stripes.

Spots, you dink.
Leopards have spots.

Oh, excuse me,
Mr. Brainy.

Thank you
so much for sharing.
Wow, what a breakthrough.

Yes, this is
an unusual situation,

but I think it's
our only choice.

It's what we'd do
in any case of
a haunting, isn't it?

An exorcism of sorts.

I mean,
I know he's already dead,
but he'd be gone dead.

Forever. It just
doesn't seem right.

I agree. But neither
is leaving him here.

Trapped between realms,
with no control over his fate,

not able to touch anything,
affect anything.

Unable to fight.

Letting him cross over seems
the most merciful thing we--

Yeah, yeah, mercy.
You know, I'm all for it.
Just tell me how we do it.

The amulet's protected,
invulnerable to anything.

But the magic that's
protecting it doesn't
work on hallowed ground.

- Hallowed? Like a church?
- Or cemetery, yes.

- It has to be
taken there and destroyed.
- Destroyed how?

I think a sharp blow
would probably do the trick.

Angel, what do you think?

Think I want
to sleep on it.

Well, look at you.

Oh, no. No.

No, no!

Sitting in
luxury's ample lap.

Top of the world,

looking down on--

well, everyone.

It's good to be king,
isn't it?

Ground rules:
Haunt me all you want
during business hours,

but this space--
off-limits.

Relax, beefcake.
I didn't come for a fight.

- Really?
- Not that I could, right?

Can't touch.
Can't affect anything.

Yeah, I overheard
your little group
powwow about me.

- How much?
- Enough of enough.

Look, Spike-

- Necromancer tried
to make a deal with me.
- What?

Said he could bring me back,
body and soul,

if I used our close
personal relationship
to double-cross you.

Tempting.
And what'd you say?

You see, right there--
that's a problem.

You having to ask me that.
I don't play for that side
anymore or haven't you heard.

Besides, even if Mr. Death
could do what he promised,

I trust him about
as much as you trust me.

What do you want from me?

I can't live
like this, Angel.

Bein' useless.

Bein' nothing.

I want it to end.

I suppose this'll do.

Feels hallowed enough.

Sure you want
to do this, Spike?

What? Think I could
really stand hanging out...

with you and your lot
now and forever?

Wisecracking
ghost sidekick.
No bloody thanks.

Come on. You know
as well as I do,
it's for the best.

I'm glad it's you, though,
finally doin' me in.

Feels right,
you bein' my grandsire
and all.

Circle of death, eh?

Good-bye, Spike.

See you around, Angel.

Uh, I think you missed.

And the dead shall rise!

Just 'cause I say so.

- Hainsley.
- Vampires should think twice...

before messing with
a man who wields power
over all things lifeless.

If you ask my advice.

Took your sweet time
steppin' in, Hainsley.

I came this close
to getting a one-way
to the great beyond.

Relax, son. I wasn't
going to let anything
happen to you.

You're the linchpin
of my plan.
Our plan.

And you bloody better
hold up your end of it.
I'm not gonna be used by you.

Yes, you are.

But afterwards,
I'll give you your reward,
just as you asked.

I'll put you back
in the driver's seat
of your afterlife.

Control.

That's all anyone
really wants, isn't it?

Hello, vampire.
Have a nice nap?

- No--
- Don't get up.
You've had a rough day.

You know, so have I,
thanks to you.

Yours is about to get
a hell of a lot worse.

I don't think so.
Me, necromancer.
You, dead.

- You can't lay a finger on me.
- Maybe not.

But what do you think the senior
partners are gonna do to you
when I turn up missing?

Oh, you're not going
to be missing.

You're going to show up to work
bright-eyed and bushy-tailed
tomorrow morning...

when you
reverse the seizure
of my personal assets...

and reinstate the Internment
Acquisitions Department.

And why would I do that?

Me.

Wearin' your body.

And to think
I didn't trust you.

Come on, Angel.
What choice did I have?

Bloody exorcism?
Letting you and yours
banish me to oblivion?

No, thanks.

Necro here is gonna
give me my body back after
I take yours for a test drive.

Fix his
little problems.

And here's the kicker.

I go in, and you...

go pfft!

Off to Never-Never-
Come-Back-Land.

And then,
yours very truly
will be running the show.

Your cars,
your fancy digs, everything.

Every one I deserve
will be mine.

And maybe I'll have
a go with that Fred.

She looks like a goer.
And she seems to really
look up to you.

Shut up!

You know what?
You're right.

Enough talk.
Let's do this already.

I'm itching
to get physical.

I've never installed
anyone in a conscious
dead body before.

I imagine
this is going to be
extremely painful.

What--
What are you doing?

Spike-- Spike--

No. No!

I can touch you now, Hainsley.

Think you're clever, eh?
But--

Your ghost can't
control me for long.

I hold the power.
I rule the dead.

Not today.

Oh, bollocks.

I was just
gettin' warmed up.

- That was you hitting me?
- That last bit, yeah.

Hainsley's been dead
since he hit the table.

Oh, come on. Had to get
a few licks in, didn't I?

I see. So Spike came
to you with this plan.

More or less. Once he learned
Hainsley used himself as
a conduit for body transfers,

our trap fell into place.
A bit reckless.

If Spike's going
to be sticking around,
it'd be prudent of him...

to share his plans
with the rest of us
in the future.

Yeah, well, uh,
sharing's not something
Spike does very well.

Preaching to
the horse's mouth.

Spike.
What are y-you--

Can I help you?

Well, that's the heart
of it, isn't it?
The crux. The nub.

I'm sorry?

You're the smart one,
aren't you?

The go-to girl
who knows all about
this ghost mumbo jumbo.

Um, well,
a-actually Wesley's
the occult expert.

H-He was trained as a Watcher.
He knows about
the supernatural.

Yeah, but you're
the science queen.

The hows, the what-ifs,
that's your cup of tea.

You figure things out
in that cute little
noggin of yours.

I guess.

What--

I-Is there something--

I'm slippin'.

What?

I don't want to go.

But it's like--

It's like
the ground underneath me
is splitting open,

and my legs are
straddling both sides
of this bloody big chasm.

It's getting wider
and pulling me in.

Is that--

Is that what's happening
when you keep vanishing?

I know what's down there.

Where it's tryin'
to take me.

And it's not
the place heroes go.

Not by
a bloody long shot.

It's the other one.

Full of fire and torment.

And it's happening.

And I'm terrified.

Help me?

Grr! Arrgh!