Angels' car, on the way back from the movies. Angel, broody as he always is, drives casually down the main street. Fred is sat next to him and Lorne is in the back with a bag full of pop corn.

"You guys sure you don't want some?" Lorne said with his mouthfull. Angel looked at him through his rear-view mirror... the look said it all.

"Ok anyone else want some pop corn apart from Mr Brood-too-much-to-eat over here? Fred honey?"

Fred looked tired. She had been working day and night to fix up the hotel since the recent earthquake and she desperately needed some quality sleep.

"No thanks... I just wanna get back to the hotel and crash... I mean... it's still ok to crash isn't it? I mean, not crash, because to crash into a hotel thats just been crashed into would be crazy not to mention impolite, I was thinking more of the sleeping crash, you know the slang term, "to crash"-"

"Fred... Yes you can sleep in the hotel it's perfectly safe." Angel said cutting off Freds onslaught of babbling.

"Sorry guys... it's just that whole earthquake thing is so weird. I mean, we fight demons day in, day out, but this quake really got to me. I guess it's because it's something we can't really fight back... we can't prevent it from happening, and it can hurt us... and there's nothing we can do about it." Fred spoke quietly, while looking down in her lap. It was obviously effecting her. Angel lowered his tone of voice, to a more caring approach.

"It's ok Fred. Everyone is on edge lately. I think we all feel the same. Wes was a bit on edge tonight too..."

Wes's apartment. Wes pours himself one more glass of vodka. He raises the glass to his eye level, squints and speaks to the glass.

"Will is a vampire that is sired by Angelus and I found his diary under the floor boards of a room in Angels hotel..." Wes looked down at his notes. He took the pen in his hand and wrote down a few wordsamongst the others notes he had made that evening. He wrote down "When did this happen?" in bold letters in the middle of the notes. He looked at those words for a while, then got up from the table and decided to have a shower.

Angel and Fred walking up the stairs to the sleeping part of the hotel.

"Fred... have you noticed anything weird about Wes recently? I mean... like has he been off with you... a bit quiet or acting strangely?"

"No... not that I remember... why... do you think he's keeping something from you?"

Angel gave Fred a somber look.

"It's just... the last time Wes kept anything from me... well... you know..."

"Angel... I'm sure Wes has learned from his mistakes and he wouldn't do anything like that again. I'm positive if anything is up he would tell us."

"Yeah... maybe you're right... today he had a slight episode when he was fixing up one of the rooms. He had a vision. Said it was of an earthquake. Probably just remembering the last one."

"Well thats understandable, I mean-" Angel turned around, away from Freds face, cutting her off her last word... he was on full alert.

"Quiet... you hear that? A humming... buzzing sort of sound" Angel walked towards the sound, Fred followed him. They walked towards the room where Wes and Angel were together earlier...

Wes walks out of his shower, towel around waist, another towel drying his hair, into his bedroom. He throws the towel down onto his bed. Someone outside in a car was honking their horn at an old lady trying to cross the road. He peered out of the window. He heard the man in the car yell something like "You Flat Itch". He smiled to himself. His smile decreased. Then it came to him.

"Wait..." He ran, semi naked through his apartment to the diary on his table, and turned to the first entry. He read it through, quickly, until he found what he was looking for.

"I knew it. He was driving a car. Will was driving a car at christmas time. Angel hasn't been Angelus during christmas time recently... well not recent enough where there were cars? And as far anyone knows he hasn't sired anyone. This makes no sense. How can Angelus sire someone if he doesn't even exist?" He turned the diary to the third entry and began to read.

[Three.]

Something strange happened today. Very strange. I was about to write into my diary when suddenly out of nowhere the diary floated mid air and begand to turn its own pages. I didn't know what to do. A ghost? Now? How? That wasn't all that was strange. As soon as I grabbed the diary... something happened. Something I've never experianced before... a bright light. Then, in my mind... even when i opened my eyes... i could see a whole new world. He was there... Angelus... standing in the doorway... but without his yellow eyes... without his wicked smile. The room was different. It had shades of wallpaper... but it was a mess. Totally distorted... like a bomb had exploded within it. Then he called to me. Asked if I was alright? Strange. He didn't call me Will. He called me 'Wes'...

(To Be Continued)