Keavy is tied up in Angel's apartment. Cordelia and Wesley are still there too, Wesley is reading a book in the lounge area and Cordelia is bandaging the cut in Angel's side. She presses some tape onto his skin to hold it all in place then puts the roll back in the first aid box and closes it.

Cordelia: "It's late, Wesley and I are gonna go... Are you going to be okay?"

Angel: "I'll be fine, thanks..."

He looks over at Keavy

"She's not going anywhere."

He pulls on a clean shirt and walks over to the kitchen where Keavy is. Cordelia puts the first aid box on the coffee table and picks up her coat from the couch.

Cordelia: "Wesley, you ready to go?"

He closes his book and stands up.

Wesley: "Ready."

The pair quietly head for the stairs but before they disappear Cordelia looks back at Angel. He looks tired and confused, and although he has a gaping hole in his side it is obvious that his pain is being caused by something else. A longing for the son he almost knew and guilt for not being there, not being part of his life. She picks up his hand and holds it tightly.

Cordelia: "Call me if you need anything, okay?"

He squeezes back affectionately

Angel: "Okay."

She smiles at him then follows Wesley up the stairs. Angel watches them go then pulls out a dining chair, turns it the wrong way round and sits down. Keavy just stares at him blankly. He starts to say something but the words get stuck at the back of his throat, he sighs and rubs his eyes with the palm of his hand. A whole minute of uncomfortable silence passes before Keavy speaks...

Keavy: "Are you going to say something or are you just going to sit there thinking about it? Because as talented as I am, I'm not a mind reader. You're going to have to spit it out."

She raises her eyebrows sarcastically but he ignores her tone and tries again, softly and almost afraid to say it...

Angel: "I want you to tell me about Eden... What was he like? I deserve that at least, don't I?

Keavy: "You don't deserve anything."

Angel: "Why not?"

Keavy: "Because you abandoned us."

Angel: "That's not fair, I didn't know about Eden and I didn't abandon you. I was turned into a vampire..."

Keavy: "Five minutes before you became a vampire, you were a man. A man who was supposedly in love with me. It didn't take you long to forget about our so called 'love' once you set your sights on that other woman, that vampire..."

Angel: "Darla."

Keavy: "I don't care what her name was, all I cared about was you. You had a choice. You didn't have to become a vampire and as I recall you didn't put up much of a fight. You chose it, and in my book that counts as abandonment."

Angel: "I'm sorry... I can't change the past."

Keavy: "Well we got along just fine without you, so don't torture yourself."

Another minute of silence passes.

Angel: "I don't blame you for being bitter towards me."

Keavy: "Bitterness gave way to seething hatred a long time ago."

He looks into her eyes and all he can see is hurt.

Angel: "You're not going to tell me anything are you?"

Keavy: "Sure, I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything you want to know just..."

Angel: "I'm not letting you go."

Keavy: "You'd rather send me to hell? And give up your only chance of finding out about your son?"

Angel: "If it means that no one else gets brutally murdered then yeah, I guess so."

It is almost midnight. Keavy looks up at the clock and starts to panic.

Keavy: "Liam, please! Just let me go! I'll do anything you want, I could go back to the elders they'll bring Eden back and you can get to know him..."

Angel: "They wouldn't save my life, what makes you think this is any different?"

The room starts to get warmer, hot air starts to circle around them. Keavy glares at him.

Keavy: "Please! I'm begging you!! Don't do this to me!!"

A small black hole materializes a few feet away from her. It begins to expand. The temperature continues to rise. She squirms madly in her chair trying to free herself. A hooded figure glides through the hole, holding out his hand to her. He speaks...

Figure: "It is time... Come with me."

She looks up at him, terrified, she screams

Keavy: "NO, I WON'T GO!!"

Figure: "Your fate is decided, you have no choice."

The ropes binding Keavy fall to the floor, she tries to run but Angel jumps up and grabs her, throwing her backwards into the arms of the man. A loud roar accompanied by a huge blast forces Angel to the floor covering his eyes. Then silence. The room is cool again. They are gone.

***

An hour later Angel is sitting under the same tree he was earlier that day at Eden's funeral. His voice sounds small and insignificant in the cold night air.

Angel: "I don't really know what I'm doing here, talking to myself in the middle of the woods... I guess I wanted to say something... To apologize for not being there for you... I thought maybe saying it out loud might make it more real somehow, I don't know... "

He looks up at the grave in front of him.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be your father..."

A light breeze blows some dead leaves across the ground over Eden's grave. Someone sits down beside him.

Eden: "You don't need to apologize for anything."

He sees the confused look on Angel's face.

Angel: "I thought you were dead?"

Eden: "I am... Don't look so surprised, you've seen ghosts before haven't you?"

Angel: "Yeah but I've never had a face to face conversation with one."

Eden: "Special circumstances I guess."

Angel: "I don't understand."

Eden: "You don't need to."

He smiles.

"You came here to talk to me, and I came here to listen."

Angel: "I don't know what to say..."

Eden: "It's okay... I already know what's in your heart, it might not beat anymore but it's just as full as it was when you were alive... We all make mistakes and wish we'd done things differently, that's life. And yeah sure, I missed having a father figure but I never once blamed you. Your friend Wesley is right, things happen for a reason. We all got our destinies mapped out in front of us, and it doesn't matter if you haven't worked out what it is yet. You are who you're supposed to be and you're doing alright."

Angel: "What happens to you? What's your destiny?"

Eden: "I'm not sure yet but I hope its something profound... No doubt it's all part of their master plan."

He looks up at the stars.

Angel: "There's something I need to tell you... I just sent your mother to hell."

Eden: "It's alright I know. That's something I should have done a long time ago."

Angel: "So why didn't you?"

Eden: "What can I say, she was my mom. Whatever else she was, at the end of the day she brought me into this world and I just couldn't kill her."

Angel: "I'm sorry I was the one to do it."

Eden: "Somebody had to, and who better to kill my mom than my dad? I'm just joking. I didn't mean that... She always loved you, you know? She thought she hated you but to hate some one that much you've got to love them. It was like she lived her whole life stuck in 1753, she could never get passed that. Maybe that's why she chose immortality, so she could stick around for you to find her and that some miracle would happen and you two would live happily ever after."

Angel: "I don't believe in happily ever after anymore... So how come you're not immortal?"

Eden: "I thought about it, a couple of times but having seen the effect it had on my mom, what she turned into, I didn't want to end up like that... Plus the fact that I never found anyone I wanted to marry. Anyone who would understand the world I lived in."

Angel: "What about Cordelia?"

Eden: "She came pretty close, I'm going to miss her... I learned more about her in one day than I did about most people in a lifetime. Take care of her, she's special."

Angel: "I will. Can I ask you something? Something else."

Eden: "Sure."

Angel: "Did you know? I mean, when we met at the office, did you realize that I was your father?"

Eden simply nods and smiles shyly. At least Angel now knew why Eden had been starring at him the way he had and why he had been so nervous about meeting him.

Another gust of wind kicks up the leaves around the Forrest floor. Eden looks at his watch.

Eden: "I have to go now... I wish I could stay but I can't."

Angel: "Can you ever come back?"

Eden: "I don't think so but don't worry... I'll be watching and listening."

They both stand up. Eden looks at his grave then back at Angel.

"It's a shame really, I think we could have been close."

Angel: "Yeah... I'm glad we got this chance to talk though."

Eden: "Me too... Oh, before I forget, some Irish guy said to say hi, and to tell you that he's okay. He said you'd know who he was."

Angel: "I do, it's nice to know."

Eden: "I feel like I want to hug you or something but I'd probably just pass right through you and fall on the floor, so I won't."

Angel grins at him

"I really do have to go now... Bye Dad."

Angel: "Bye."

Eden walks away into the darkness of the woods. Angel looks up at the stars with a tear in his eye and a lump in his throat.

"Thank you Doyle."