Cordelia leaned in to kiss Angel, then stopped. She glanced around the room, taking in the shabby apartment, Wes's empty sleeve and the general air of hopelessness and desperation.

"What the hell am I doing?" she said. "I'm an international superstar. I belong with the rich and famous, not here in this dump."

Wes was taken aback. "Cordelia?" he said.

"Forget it buddy, I'm outta here," Cordy said. "I'd be a real idiot to give up fame and fortune to play ghost-busters with you losers."

Cordy then got up and rapidly made her way to the door, pausing only to toss off an insincere "It's been great seeing you guys again, call my people, we'll do lunch."