Four hours later, Faith and Wes were standing twenty feet from one of the biggest bloodlettings either of them had ever seen. Big red smears stained the walls, the windows, the doors -- even the bulletin board that announced some college function or another. The police had taped off the scene, and the two of them had had to maneuver through a crowd of morbidly curious onlookers to get a peek at the carnage.

Four students were killed and two were injured when a couple of wild bears, as several onlookers had described them, rampaged through UCLA's main square. The injured students had been taken to the hospital, and Fred and Gunn had already called to report that neither of them was Connor.

"Angel is not going to be happy," Wesley said, flashing his penchant for stating the obvious.

"Yeah," she agreed. "Especially when he sees that." She pointed to a television hanging from the ceiling just inside the main building. A picture of Connor flashed across the screen, and Wesley could hear noise coming from it, but he couldn't make out the words.

"What's it saying?" he asked.

"A freshman named Connor O'Rourke was reported missing just before the killing started. There was no sign of a break-in, and all his stuff is still in his dorm room."

Wesley's head dropped. "There's nothing more to see here. Let's go back."