Faith lunged at Spike. He dodged to the left, avoiding the desk to his right. Faith landed on a chair, grabbed it, spun around, and threw it at Spike. It hit him and caused him to fall to the ground. Faith wasted no time in running up to him before he could stand all the way up and punching him in the face. He fell back to the ground.

Kill him, Illyria ordered.

She grabbed the collar to his shirt and pulled him up towards her. The sharp end of the stake in her hand was pointed at his chest and barely touching his skin, not quite enough to draw blood yet. All it would take was one push for her to kill him.

"Don't do it," Spike almost continued begging. "You can fight her, Faith."

Momentarily, Faith tried to fight, to take control again. It wasn't working, but Faith was thankfully strong enough to take control again for just a second, which was enough time to allow Spike to punch her with strength that sent her flying across the office. Behind him, the man, Jack, surged forward and tried to cut Spike's head with the knife. Spike punched the guy straight in the face, sending him flying backwards as well. When he hit his head, he was knocked out.

Faith tried to come back and attack Spike again. He managed to evade many of her attacks and get a few of his own punches in. She kept coming back, though, as if she was undefeatable and would stay that way.

Eventually he managed to kick her and she fell to the ground. He knocked the stake away, picked her up, and threw her on the table. There, he pinned both her arms on the table and kept her there.

Get up, keep fighting, kill him! Illyria practically screamed in Faith's head, making it hard to fight. Faith tried to kick and go crazy to escape Spike's grasp, but it wasn't working. He was holding her down and was not planning on letting her go. She kept trying to fight, though.

"Faith, bloody hell, stop it!" Spike tried to scream at her, but that wasn't working either. Spike didn't know what to do. He couldn't leave her, obviously. He needed to go wake the others and go stop Illyria and go do other thing to stop this, but there was just nothing he could do while she was being taken over like this. He needed to stop her for a while. He needed to knock her out like he did to that other bloke.

One of Faith's arms broke free from his grip. She quickly made a fist and punched Spike in the face, this time sending him sprawling backwards. She got up and advanced towards Spike. He stood up, wiped the blood away from his nose, and got ready to fight her some more.

"I'm gettin' real tired of you trying to kill me," Spike said, waiting to see if she'd attack first again. "I don't wanna have to hurt you, but I will."

Evidently, Faith wasn't going to be backing down.

The woman Illyria had control over, Mandy, was quietly scouring the building, peeking into offices and getting the layout of the entire area. More specifically, she was searching for the witch Willow, just like Illyria wanted. She wasn't finding the witch, at least not yet. She had to do it soon, though, because Illyria was rushing her because apparently she had control of Faith and who knew what would happen soon, anything was possible.

Finally, after searching many offices, she found the one with Willow and Buffy in it. They were both asleep. Good. Now that she knew where they were, Illyria knew too. Now that Illyria knew, she sent Mandy still searching around for all the others, just so Illyria would know where they were placed just in case. It would be fantastic to know where everyone was in case she wanted to find them.

She found the office with Anne and Gunn inside, both sleeping. Illyria thought for a millisecond about killing Anne, who was willing to have the rest of Illyria put inside of her, but then decided against it, for the moment. Willow was located, that was all that mattered right now. Illyria couldn't get out of Angel's office, though, not yet, not with Lilah still there.

Illyria was lucky that she was able to multitask like this, control so many people at once. It made everything a lot easier. And it didn't phase her one bit. She could fight with Faith and control Mandy (and even Jack, if he was awake) at the same time like it was nothing. It was magnificent.

Suddenly, off to the side, an elevator door opened. She looked over to see Drogyn, the watcher of the Deeper Well, enter. He was back already? Hadn't he been sent back to the Deeper Well to retrieve Illyria's sarcophagus? Well, where was it?

He was clearly headed straight to Angel's office. He was so distracted that he didn't see her. Illyria knew he was coming, though, and she also knew that he couldn't walk by the office and get Lilah and they both couldn't wake Angel and then wake everyone else. They had to stop him.

"Drogyn!" Illyria had the woman call as quietly as she could, yet loud enough where Drogyn would hear. She didn't want to wake anyone up, obviously.

Drogyn spun around in time to see her. He knew who she was, although couldn't remember her name. He wondered what she was doing up. It seemed everyone else was asleep.

"You should really be getting some sleep," Drogyn informed her.

"Did you bring it?" Illyria had the woman ask. "I mean, I know you were going back out to get that coffin thing or whatever that held Illyria. Did you get it?"

Drogyn looked behind him. He was generally close to Angel's office, and he should really get there and wake him up. There really wasn't time for conversing with other people, much less telling them about Illyria and the sarcophagus. If he wanted to get away from her sooner, though, maybe it'd just be easier to just answer her questions.

"I have retrieved the sarcophagus," he told her. "It is downstairs, in the lobby. I need to wake Angel so we can get it before-"

She raised her hand into a fist and punched Drogyn. It was unexpected, so unexpected he didn't have a single guard up. He fell to the ground like a bag of lead, simply knocked out. Illyria was glad that was so easy. She couldn't have Angel knowing her sarcophagus was back, at least not yet. Or maybe…maybe never.

Illyria made the woman go to the elevator. If her sarcophagus really was downstairs, she had to get rid of it before anyone else woke up.

Spike was thrown against the wall, causing a loud bang that seemed to shake the room. He cursed himself for choosing an office to tie Faith up in that was on a lower floor than where everyone else was because now they couldn't hear this fight. He was certainly a bloody idiot for making that decision.

Faith charged forward. He moved over just in time for her to knock herself into the wall just where he had been thrown into. She groaned, but jumped right back and threw herself at Spike.

She tackled him to the ground. He attempted to roll over or punch her or something, but she remained placed on top of him, using strength to hold him down and swing the occasional punch. Spike knew he needed to get away, needed to escape somehow, but he couldn't fight her.

No. He could fight her. He needed to fight her.

Almost miraculously, Spike managed to punch Faith in the face, which caused her to fall to the ground beside him. He got on top of her, pinned her down, and punched her again. Unfortunately, he almost felt bad doing this to her. Faith wasn't all that bad, and she didn't deserve this. It was a shame Illyria had taken over so much.

He swung at her again until finally, he managed to knock her out. She remained lying on the floor, unconscious after he stood. Now that this had happened, he knew he needed to get to Angel's office now. He turned and ran.

Lorne was in his own office, wide awake. It surprised him that anybody would be able to sleep after all the events of the past few days. Plus, Lorne was worried about Drogyn coming back and Anne doing what she was doing and it scared him that Illyria was actually in the building right now.

He wished they didn't have to go through this, any of this. Angel's own son was in so much danger of being forever trapped by Illyria. Angel himself was so stressed and worried about Connor. Gunn was now apparently a bit on edge, given what Anne was willing to do for the world. Plus, having Faith, Buffy, and Willow here added to some extra stress, even Lorne had to admit. Willow was absolutely necessary, though, considering whatever spell she was going to be doing to Anne (assuming Anne went through with what she said she'd do) and Lorne supposed it never hurt having two extra Slayers around. Unless, of course, one of those Slayers was constantly in danger of being taken over like Connor was by Illyria.

Oh, he couldn't wait until this was all over. Then Faith, Buffy, and Willow would go back home and everything would be semi-normal again. They would work at Wolfram & Hart and-

Would they stay here, at Wolfram & Hart? It wasn't like they had many clients left. Plus, most of this side of the world was gone, aside from some remaining people in L.A. When this was over, what would they do? Would they leave or stay in L.A.?

Thinking about all this made Lorne's head hurt a little. He made his way to his mini-refrigerator in his office and opened it up, looking for some water. It was empty. Of course it was. He'd forgotten. Everything food and drink was running out, Lorne knew, but nobody was paying attention to that. Everyone was way too focused Connor/Illyria and everything else and it wasn't like Angelcakes needed to be concerned with eating. It occurred to Lorne that there was so much food in grocery stores and empty homes that was now old and moldy. There had to still be plenty of okay food, though. They needed to get some. He'd need to talk to Angel or somebody about that if they were planning on sticking in Wolfram &Hart for another few days.

Lorne left his office, making his way towards the area that actually had a large refrigerator and small pantry in it. On his way, he was going to be passing by Angel's office, along with poor, poor, Harmonica's now empty desk. It made him sad. Harmony, she didn't deserve to die, really. There was so much that didn't deserve to happen, so much that it almost felt like Harm was just a casualty, and that made Lorne feel sick. She wasn't just a casualty. It seemed as if they had just breezed right over her death. He knew it wasn't intentional, sure. They had so much to work on and be worried about that they didn't really have time to mourn, but still. Maybe once all this was over they could properly mourn all those they'd lost, which, if everything went as planned, would be Anne also. Poor Anne.

Suddenly Lorne found himself tripping over something.

"Agh!" he cried as he hit his head on the floor. He turned to look at what he was tripping over, and gasped when he saw.

Drogyn was lying on the ground and he had a big bruise on the side of his face!

Lorne crawled over to him and was thankful when he saw he was still breathing. It was clear he wasn't just here sleeping, though. He'd been knocked out.

The elevator to the side made a dinging noise and someone came rushing out. Lorne turned and saw Spike was running this way.

"What's going on?" he asked Lorne.

"I don't know, I found him like this. He's breathing, so he's okay. Spike, what's going-"

"I gotta run," Spike brushed Lorne off and went running towards Angel's office.

Fred rolled over in her sleep and was awoken by the fact that Wes wasn't beside her any more. Slowly she creaked her eyes open and looked around her. Wesley wasn't lying next to her. Where was he?

Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Fred sat up and looked around the office. In the darkness she saw Wes standing by a window, looking outside in silence.

He had woken up a few minutes ago from a nightmare. He dreamt he was back at the Hyperion, taking little baby Connor. But this time, Angel found him and, clearly, was very angry. Instead of trying to kill Wesley, he succeeded. And nobody else seemed to care. Angel, Gunn, Fred, Lorne, and Cordelia didn't care that he was gone. In fact, they were almost relieved.

But Wes woke up, and he knew it was a dream and he knew he shouldn't take it too seriously. He couldn't just lie there, though, and went to stand over by the window. He thought about the situation they were in and about the return of the memories. It seemed like such old news that the memories were back, and yet they still made Wesley think and feel bad.

"What are you doing up?" Fred whispered as she walked over to him. She placed her arms around him and he did the same, holding her. They looked out the window.

"Just a bad dream," he told her. They continued staring outside into the darkness that was the world. There were no lights on, and no brightness. It was like the entire world was dead…which, really, it kind of was. It was almost alien to think that part of the world was still alive. "It's weird, isn't it?"

"What's that?"

"I just think about the part of the world that's still alive and the part of L.A. that's still alive too. Right now, there are quite a few of those people lying in the middle of the road because Illyria has control over them."

"It's unlucky, huh?" Fred said. "Some people didn't die because of Illyria, and then she stormed in, killed them, and literally took control of their bodies."

"Will all those people be okay when Illyria is gone?" That was something Wes had been worried about for a while but never really brought up. When Illyria was all set and gone, would the people who had been killed by her, including Faith, be okay?

"As long as they don't have to play pawns in an Illyria army, I think they'll be fine," she weighed in. "We just have to hope so, I guess, just like we have to hope that Anne will be okay and that a spell will really trap Illyria inside of someone when she is indeed at her weakest inside the body."

Wes leaned in and kissed Fred. She happily kissed him back.

"You're extraordinary," Wes told her once they pulled apart.

Fred grinned. "I didn't do anything."

"Not true. You stuck by me when you really didn't have to. It probably would've been easier to pull away."

"Well, you stuck by me, didn't you? I was dying. But you stayed by me."

"I love you."

"I love you too." She paused. "Angel loves Connor so much. That's the determination that's going to help us save him. Like you all saved me."

Wesley wasn't entirely sure what to say. All they were doing at this point was hoping that their plan would work. Hopefully in the morning they'd get the answer.

"Angel, wake up," Spike practically yelled as he stormed into the office.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Lilah asked behind him. He wasn't slowing down for her, though.

Spike walked right up to Connor/Illyria and punched him in the face. He falling to the ground with a thump woke Angel up.

"Spike, what's going on?" he jumped up and made his way over to Spike standing over Connor/Illyria.

"I'll tell you what's goin' on," Spike went on angrily. "This bloody ponce just attacked me!"

"Spike, she's been here," Lilah said.

"Yeah, Spike. That's not possible." Angel agreed.

"Well, if you'd bloody listen before jumpin' in on what I'm sayin', maybe you'd understand. She used the freaking Slayer to attack me."

"Faith?!" Angel actually now seemed worried, which pissed Spike off. "What happened? I told you to tie her up."

Spike rolled his eyes. "I did. Illyria used that one guy to release her."

"One guy?" Angel was confused for a minute, but then he remembered the man and woman who came in here who Illyria killed. Man and woman. Where was she while the guy was releasing Faith?

"And that's not all," Spike continued. "Drogyn's knocked out outside."

This worried Angel. The other stuff was just Illyria trying to escape, but now what was going on? What happened to Drogyn?

He rushed out the door with Spike behind him. "Watch Illyria!" he called to Lilah.

Outside, Lorne was still kneeling by Drogyn. Angel and Spike came up. Angel asked Lorne what happened, but Lorne didn't know. He was just walking by when he found Drogyn lying on the ground with the bruise on his head. Angel kneeled down by him as well and began shaking him lightly, trying to wake him up.

Eventually, miraculously, Drogyn woke up.

"Drogyn, what happened?"

"I…there was…" Drogyn was having a rough time speaking, trying to collect all his memories of what happened. "A woman. The woman. She…" Something seemed to click in his head. "The sarcophagus. Downstairs! Go!"

Angel knew what he was trying to say. The woman, she knew the sarcophagus was downstairs, and that meant Illyria knew. Angel and Spike left Lorne and Drogyn and hurried to the elevator. They stood inside awkwardly, impatiently waiting for the elevator to get down to the lobby.

Finally the doors opened and they burst out. All it took was one quick glance around the lobby to know that the sarcophagus wasn't there anymore. It was gone.

"Damn!" Angel yelled. This was bad. This was really, really bad.

At the same time as things were heading downhill for Angel and everyone at Wolfram & Hart, Oz was going to talk with Kennedy some more. She had apologized, sure, but that wasn't the end of it.

When he walked into her room, he didn't have to say anything.

Kennedy sighed. "Look, I apologized, Oz. You're staying, I get it, whatever. Can we just not talk about it anymore? You have to know how uncomfortable it makes me."

"We could be seeing a lot more of each other. We should get used to it."

"Fine. What do you want to do? Some type of bonding? Do you want us to become, like, close friends or something?"

Oz shrugged wordlessly. Honestly, he wasn't even sure what he was doing here. Making amends?

"Well, no offense, but I'm fine just leaving things how they are," Kennedy told him.

Oz decided to respect that. He should just give it up and leave her alone. She didn't want to talk to him. That was fine. He turned and walked away. That was going to be it, wasn't it? She was okay with him staying, in a sort of messed up not really okay with it way. He was going to be staying.

That information really started to sink in as he walked away. He was going to be staying and helping with the Slayers.

Illyria sent one large surge of energy into Faith's mind, causing her to wake up. It was pretty easy, given that she hadn't been knocked out my magical powers like Willow used to knock the rest of her army out. Then, she started ordering her around. She'd bring her upstairs, to the floor that held Angel's office and where Drogyn and Lorne still were, plus everybody else still inside their offices. Illyria was going to escape, and Faith was her way out of here.