Angel had just defeated the dragon. Illyria had been severely wounded and Spike was almost dead. Angel, wounded himself, stumbled back toward Wolfram and Hart. Through an alley he walked until he stopped dead in his tracks. The figure he that was forming in front of him startled him when it morphed into two figures. The first figure spoke,

"Angel my love please don't be scared" said the soothing voice that was none other than Cordelia.

"Cordelia?" whispered Angel. The second figure began to speak.

"Yes Angel its Cordelia and I'm Hope" replied the second figure that was me.