Angel was still pissed by the time Doyle was able to get Cordelia back into the office. Still, even if he was upset, he knew she was right. He had no right to make others feel as bad as he did. He loved Buffy and he had made the decision to erase her memories. It had been his choice when it all came down to it and he knew that hurting the others around him was not the smartest move.

"Cordelia," Angel paused, unsure of what to say to her to make things better between them. He had snapped just because she had said the words that he didn't want to hear. She had told him the truth—something that needed to be said. Apologizing wasn't his thing. He sucked at it and he never knew what to say to make things right between people, especially people that he cared about. He met Cordelia in the eyes, sighed, and prepared to speak when she said:

"I know." He felt startled even more so when she smiled at him.

"Cordy, what—?" She took a seat in one of his chairs and placed a hand on his shoulder. It occurred to the vampire with a soul that she was trying to comfort him. My, how far she had come in such a short amount of time. Back in Sunnydale, Cordelia was such a bitch and now she was caring. True, she still had that bitchy undercurrent, but she was learning that there was more to life than herself.

"I know how important she is to you," Cordelia muttered as she kept beaming. "I understand why you would be upset."

The guilt was still there.

"I shouldn't have snapped at you." Angel confessed, hanging his head in shame.

"No you shouldn't," She agreed. She placed a warm hand on his chin and forced him to look up at her. "But you love her, right? Everyone should be entitled to becoming a jerk if it's for love." She was beaming now and Angel felt less guilty and calmer. He could hear the truth in her words and he knew that she understood.

"Are we . . ." He hesitated, unsure of how to make sure that their friendship hadn't been damaged.

"Cool?" She questioned and he nodded. "Yeah, of course." She got up and surveyed the damaged room once more and then sighed. "Angel?"

"Hmm?" He could tell there was something that she wanted to say but was unsure if she should. Could it be something about Buffy? Was she going to complain about the room? What did she want to say?

"Never mind."

And with that Cordelia Chase walked out of the room leaving behind a mess and one confused vampire. Angel figured that it must've had something to do with Buffy and he was a little relieved that she had chosen not to say anything about it. He loved Buffy and he had to keep reassuring himself that what he did was for the best.

This was for the—

The door flung open as Cordelia ran in, out of breath. Angel could tell from the scared look on her face what it was about—Doyle was having another vision. He jumped out of the chair and quickly flew down the hall to where Doyle had collapsed onto the floor and was clutching his head.

"Doyle!" Angel exclaimed as Cordelia pulled him up from the floor. He worried about his friend because the visions were getting worse and worse. It would only be a matter of time before the visions caused some permanent harm to the man and Angel wasn't sure if he could handle having another friend hurt. The screams stopped and Doyle met Angel's inquiring gaze.

"What did you see?" Cordelia anxiously asked. Doyle took some breaths in, trying to steady his climbing heart rate before finally uttering something that Angel will never forget.

"Angel," Doyle began in a shaky voice. "You have to get to Sunnydale."