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The room the portal emptied them into was cool, plush, and royal blue. Well, at least the carpet and furniture upholstery were. Anya wrinkled her nose at the room's smell…well, lack of smell. It was that super-clean "there's no smell here!" sort of smell that she associated with airports. "We're at an airport," she announced, pleased with herself for having figured it out.

Lorne—who now looked human and sort of yummy, in an orgasm friend kind of way…not that she would ever consider having an orgasm with the Host…not that he wasn't a nice person, it was just that she wasn't quite sure whether or not he liked to have sex with women—turned to her. "Cass said we'd be popping into the Houston airport, sugar pie."

"She did? I guess I wasn't listening to that part. She talks a lot."

"She's just got a case of new-job-nerves. Give our fearless leader some time to get her size 6's under her. Then she'll give Wolfram & Hart a real run for their money."

"So we're really in Houston?" The question didn't come from the empathy demon—it came from Fernando. He was standing in the corner of the room, still in his prison clothes, with his hands stuffed into his pockets. He was even yummier than Lorne, but he had a girlfriend that he was very devoted to. No worries about his Maricruz wanting vengeance on him anytime in the near future, Anya had decided as she'd listen to him talk. She sighed inwardly. Apparently, being dead didn't help you meet available men. Of course, she'd spent most of her life hating them, but falling in love with Xander had made her not-hate them a great deal.

Fernando took a step forward, putting himself in front of a window that looked out on the tarmac, and Anya realized she could see a plane taking off through him. Frowning, she stepped closer and jabbed at him with her finger. Instead of poking him in the arm, the finger passed through him as if he weren't even there.

"Hey! What're…" He looked down, his dark eyes widening in shock. "I'm…I'm…"

"A ghost," she supplied for him.

"Not a ghost, really," Lorne said as he came over to look at Fernando's sudden change in condition. "From the way Cass described it, your soul was separate from your body, amigo—that's what we had lunch with today and that's what we're staring at with our peepers right now."

"You're not dead," Anya clarified, "So you can't be a ghost."

For some reason that didn't seem to calm him much. "But everybody looking will think I'm a ghost, and we just can't walk around telling everybody that your friend's borrowing my body. They'd think we're all loco!" He patted nervously at his chest, his hands actually touching it since they were just as insubstantial as the rest of him.

"Maybe nobody else will be able to see you," she suggested.

"We can't take him into Wolfram & Hart in this state," Lorne said as he sat down in one of the room's armchairs. "They installed ghost-detecting machines after that fiasco with Spike out in LA."

Anya's ears perked up at the name. "Spike? Was he a vampire with a black coat that he never takes off and bleached hair?" The last time she'd seen Spike—or any of her friends from Sunnydale for that matter—had been when they'd gone to face the First. She'd looked for the rest of them after she'd gotten up to the afterlife but hadn't found any of them. Maybe they'd all lived, though if Spike was making the evil lawyers install special machines then he was probably a ghost.

"Calls himself the 'Big Bad'?" Lorne finished the description. "Yes, that's our Spike—he and Angel fought like cats and dogs the entire time he was at Wolfram & Hart. And when I say cats and dogs, I really mean tigers and wolves, especially after Freddie-kins managed give the boy his body back."

Fernando looked obviously confused. "I don't get it—who's this 'Spike' ya'll are talking about? Is he one of the good guys?"

Anya nodded empathetically. "He just tries to be bad. Well, he was bad, and then he got a chip put in his head by the military so he could only hit demons, and then the chip got taken out and he got his soul back and went all crazy from it, but he was getting better the last time I saw him."

"He was closer to being on the straight-and-narrow than our boy Angel was," Lorne said mournfully. He looked around the room sadly. "Can we adjoin this little confab to the nearest bar? I feel the need for a Sea Breeze coming on."

There didn't seem to be a better time than the present to see just who could see Fernando besides them. The room they were in looked to be one of the airport's VIP lounges. When they stepped out into the main concourse, the roar of the crowds filled Anya's ears. Dozens of people, either burdened down with luggage or wearing uniforms, hurried past. They stood in the doorway, just outside the rush of traffic, as they got their bearings. "I think there's restaurants and stuff that way," Anya declared after a moment, "I can smell steak."

"Lead on then, ladybug!" Lorne declared with a sweep of his hand.

Anya paid special attention to the faces going by as she led them through the crowds to the small food court area. Nobody seemed to notice the mostly-transparent man walking along beside her. Fernando was doing his best to weave through the crowd like a normal human, but every now and then an elbow or a rolling suitcase would pass through him. The people the elbows belonged to didn't seem to notice. The suitcases certainly didn't.

"I think we're the only ones who can see you," she said out of the corner of her mouth.

He looked visibly relieved.

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A/N: This is not the chapter it was supposed to be. I've been away for so long that I'd forgotten what I intended to write here. Oh, well, at least they're off to a good start in Houston. Oh, and thanks to –J and Imzadi for the reviews, as always.