Everyone sat reading or watching TV. Cordy on a laptop, they found they have internet.
A man faded into existence on the table.
"Wesley!" Fred and Cordelia shouted at the same time as the man appeared in the kitchen.
Wesley slowly opened his eyes, and sat up, "Cordelia? Fred? Or are you Illyria?"
"Who?"
Wesley shook his head smiling, "Fred." He stood up with help of the girls. Once he was stood he hugged them both tightly.
"Where are we?"
Doyle looked at the man and realized he had been though at lot in his life. His eyes looked older than his body.
"Some sort of heaven." Tara answered.
"Heaven? I wondered where I would end up."
This man didn't seem as shocked and confused as the others, excepting he's dead more calmly.
"Least there's a man finally here." Doyle grinned, "Been getting a bit too feminine here. Think I'm turning Gay." (No Offence meant.)
Wesley laughed, "Wesley Wyndam-Prince." He held out his hand which Doyle took.
"Allen Doyle. Call me Doyle."
"Doyle? Angel and Cordy talked about you a lot."
Doyle looked over at Cordelia, "Long as it wasn't bad."
"So how did it happen?" Cordelia asked.
"Stabbed. I hope everyone else survived."
Fred grabbed hold of his hand.
"If you guys don't mind I'm just gonna steal Wesley away. I need to speak to him in privet."
She dragged him off to her room upstairs, before kissing him hard on the mouth.
"God I've missed you." Wesley grinned when they separated.
"I've missed you too. How did I die?"
Wesley took a breath and began to explain.
