Rupert Giles looked up from the records he was balancing when the bell above the door tinkled. In walked Wesley, Cordelia, Faith, a strange woman, and an unfamiliar black man. "Umm, well, hello... everyone."

"Giles," Wesley acknowledged with a nod. "You know Cordelia and Faith already. This lady here is Detective Kate Lockley of the LAPD, and this is Charles Gunn, another member of the Angel Investigations staff."

"Yes, well. Pleased to meet you all. Please make yourselves comfortable." As he was saying that Angel emerged from the back room where the entrance to the sewers was located. He nodded at everyone in greeting.

Faith asked, "Hey G-man," at the look he gave her she amended her start, "Giles. Not that I'm complaining or anything, but I kind of expected there to be more people here. Namely the other charter members of the We- hate-psycho-slayers Club. "

"I decided that it would be best if I met with you and discussed what was to be done with all of you, before I informed the others of your return."

"Ok. It's your call, but as I remember they weren't too happy with the knowledge that I had woken up from that 8 month nap B put me down for, and they were warned about that. They don't even know that I'm out of jail yet, so you springing the news that I'm here and about to join the Sunnydale white hat squad is really not going to result in a group hug."

"Yes well, "Giles replied looking a little unsure of himself, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. In the meantime, we've much to discuss."