4 Years Later. "Cordelia, you have to complete training!" Angel yelled. "If you are going to defend yourself against dark magic and vampires, you must know how to use a crossbow, or at least some counter spells!" "Fine, then I'll use magic, not fighting. I hate gore, it makes me sick!" Cordelia exclaimed. "Then go to Willow, that's her department." Angel said, disgusted. The next day, Cordelia called Willow. "Hey, what did you want?" Willow, who wanted desperately to go home to America, asked. "I need you to train me in magic." Cordelia said, embarrassed. "You don't do magic, Cordelia, you just don't. Besides, I'm not fit to do that right now with destroying half the world and all." Willow said, agitated. "I can learn magic. Teach me. I want to learn. You know, I could be saying spells to fend off evil spirits. Then I could fight if vampires and demons attack me." Cordelia explained. "That sounds great, but I can't do that right now. Sorry." Willow was about to hang up the phone. "I could be your assistant! I could do research! Anything! I just want to be part of the club! Ever since you gave me back my memory of what happened 4 years ago in the high school library, I've been intrigued by this supernatural power that has been taking over the world. You know, ghosts and spirits, I want to be part of it. I want to help save the world. And I don't want to fight for the world, I want to chant spells and set things straight that cannot be settled in fighting. That's what the world really needs." Cordelia cried. "Wow, Cordelia, I didn't know you hated spirits and ghosts this much. I figured you were happy with Angel. Okay, stay with Angel and learn how to fight for a while, then come to me and we'll talk, okay?" "Okay, Willow, I can't wait to see you. You seem to be recovering. I hope you feel better, bye!" Cordelia hung up the phone.