Cordelia stepped over a pile of something green. "Ew," she said to herself. "I have to ask Angel for a pay raise after we get out of here."
She glanced up at Angel, who was a few feet in front of her. "Anything?" she asked. Angel paused for a moment. Then, "No."

Cordy sighed. "Why are we here?" "I told you, I wanted to check it out." "Well, you've checked. Now I'm out." Cordy turned. "This is just wrong. I am totally ruining these shoes. Do you know how much these cost? Because unless you're planning to buy me another pair exactly like these, I suggest you -"

Angel held up his hand to silence her. Cordelia stopped. "What?" "I hear somthing..." Angel said. Cordy glanced around nervously. "All the more reason to get out of here, I say." Angel shook his head. "Hold on..."

"ANGEL!!!!!!" Angel spun around to see something huge and grey fly on top of Cordy, knocking her to the ground. The thing pinned her and roared. "ANGEL HELP!!!!!" Angel dived at the thing and sent it flying off of Cordelia. She sat up, dazed.

The thing, whatever it was, took off at top speed. Angel sped off after it. He chased it around the corner. "Oh, Ok! Just leave me here! I'll sit tight til you get back, how about that?!" Cordelia yelled. She glared at where Angel had been. Slowly, she picked herself up and dusted off. "Oh, gross." Cordy glanced down and saw that she had landed right on top of the green stuff. "Angel, if that beast thing doesn't kill you, you can be sure that I will!" Cordy muttered angrily. She turned and started home.
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Wesley knocked on Veronica's door with some difficulty, due to the huge pile of books he was carrying. "Veronica?" he called. "Veronica, are you in there?" he kicked at the door.

"Ah!" Wesley cursed silently as his big toe began to throb. "Wonderful." Wesley stooped down as well as he could while trying not to drop everything and turned the door handle.

It was unlocked. Wesley let himself in and closed the door behind him. "Well Veronica, why didn't you just say it was open, would've saved me a lot of -" Welsey turned back around. He stared in horror at the sight that met his eyes.

Dropping all of the books, Wesley fumbled for his cell phone. He dialed quickly. "911?" he said shakily.