Willow sat at her computer, typing well into the night, absorbed in her writing. If it weren't for the soft knock at the apartment door, she would have continued all night. Taking off her glasses, she moved from her computer to open the door.

The boy standing on the other side looked so much like someone she hadn't seen in 20 years, that for a minute she was speechless.

"Can I help you?" she asked, when she had regained her voice. The boy looked at her hard.

"Are you Willow Rosenberg?" he asked. Willow nodded and he spoke again, "you look different then the pictures I saw."

Willow subconsciously touched her hair. After years of long red hair, she had chopped it off and dyed it brown. Her face had aged with years of hardships and tragedy and her eyes had dimmed from everything she had seen.

"You must be Connor," she said and the boy nodded, a strand of hair falling into his eye. She opened the door and moved aside and without an invitation, Connor walked into the room.

Willow moved to clear the couch of the papers and books that were spread on it. "Sorry, I've just been marking papers, I wasn't expecting anyone so I didn't clean up." She smiled nervously and Connor took a seat on the couch. "Can I get you anything? A drink? Something to eat?"

"No thanks," Connor replied. Willow waited for something, mainly an explanation of why he was here, but if he was anything like Angel, he wouldn't be obvious about it.

Willow sat on a chair across from him, "how's your dad?" she asked.

"He's been better."

"What about Cordelia?" There was a pause and Connor shifted in his seat.

"She um, there was a car accident. She had a vision while she was driving, and-"

"Cordelia's dead." It came out as more of a statement then a question, and Connor nodded. "I'm so sorry," she said, touching his knee softly with her hand. He shrugged.

"Dad's pretty broken up about it, he loved her but he never told her. I think it had something to do with him messing up another relationship but I never heard anything more about it then what I caught Wesley or Mom discussing it." Willow nodded, urging him to continue, he obliged. "There's a lot of things about my family that I don't fully know about. I don't know a lot about Mom or her past, or about Dad's life in Sunnydale. I thought maybe you could help me."

"Of course," Willow said standing up, "I can tell you anything you want." She opened her mouth to continue, but noticed the time on the clock, 2:34am. "However, maybe we should wait until tomorrow."

Connor stood up, "I'll go get a hotel or something then, the rates are cheap here, right?"

"Connor, you're completely welcome to stay here. I'll fix up the couch for you; it's no problem really. It'll be nice to have some company." Connor smiled at the quirky brunette in front of him.

"Tomorrow I'll call Buffy," Willow said, grabbing some blankets from a closet. Connor tilted his head and his eyebrows moved together in confusion.

"Buffy?"