Welcome
Chapter 1
It was after daybreak in Los Angeles. In the Hyperion Hotel, Cordelia's fingers danced across the keys. Nearby, Fred coddled Connor and fed him a bottle of warm milk. Wesley Price and Charles Gunn checked the streets for clues. There were no clues to search for, yet they felt obligated to still roam the city just in case Cordelia received a vision.
As Fred pampered and spoiled Connor, she heard a loud thud against the desk and then the floor. She scurried over and almost dropped the baby at the sight of Cordelia. Her body was spread out over the floor.
Fred rushed upstairs. When she came to Angel's door, her fist hammered on it. "Angel," she screamed, "Cordy passed out. Come quick!"
In less than a minute, the door burst open. Angel, who was still buttoning his shirt, followed Fred to where Cordelia was lying.
Angel grabbed Cordelia and carried her to his bed. Fred, who still had little Connor in her arms, put him in the cradle adjacent to the bed. "Fred," he ordered, "Go to Cordy's house. There may be something there to explain why she passed out."
Fred gives a slight nod and scrambles downstairs. Noticing a bottle that fell out of Cordelia's purse, she fumbled her glasses on and read it aloud. "Seltrax." She lifts her head up is utter shock and retreated back to Angel's hotel room.
She burst through the door while screaming, "Angel! Angel!"
He turns to her. "What is it?"
Fred's eyes go on Cordy. "Any change?"
Angel's face became very solemn as he shook his head.
She handed the bottle to Angel. "I found this in Cordy's bag."
"Seltrax?"
"It's a pill to help with neurological things. I think it might be from the visions." With her eyes drifting back on the bottle, she said, "I'll go call her doctor. Maybe she took some CAT scans or something." Fred heads for the phone.
When she left, Angel sat at the edge of the bed. He grasps her hand lightly and began to stroke his face with it. "Cordy, if something happens to you, I don't know what I would do."
The Host, Loren, strolled into the room holding a glass. "It's probably a sea breeze," thought Angel.
"What's going on here?"
As words were about to make their way out of Angel's mouth, Fred walked in while wearing her thick framed glasses. She was holding a folder.
"What's that?", continued Loren.
"A folder filled with the results of Cordy's CAT scans. Look, you see this," she says while pointing to the colors on the chart. "Oh no."
Angel looks up from the x-rays. "'Oh no'. What do you mean 'oh no'?"
Fred slid her glasses off her face and murmured, "There is a wide spread of neurological damage."
"Translation?"
"Cordelia is going to…" She couldn't bring herself to say it. "She is going to…"
