Part 1

Angel and Cordelia sat out in the Hyperion Hotel garden on the edge of the little pond.

"Were we in love?" Cordelia asked.

'Oh wow. Didn't expect that one,' Angel thought.

"Hmm." Was his response.

Cordelia was still looking for the answer. "Were we?"

Lost in thought, Angel forgot that Cordelia asked the question.

"What?" Angel said.

"In love?"

'Well, I was in love with Buffy. Am...or was. Oh! I don't think she meant with other people,' Angel was rambling inside his head. Funny, he never used to do that before.

"With each other?" he asked back.

"Mister, if you start giving me the run around-"

"I'm not," he stood up, confused, "I'm not."

"Then tell me the truth!" she demanded. Damn was she frustrated. Angel tried to sort out his feelings. He wasn't ready for this yet. It would've been better if she had her memory back. Man, how could've he known then when he was going to meet her in Malibu and not know now?

"I don't know," he honestly answered.

"You don't know?" "Well, I'm not sure. All I know is that you're my dearest friend. And I hope that...I just...I want that back, and we will get you back. No matter what," Angel sat back down next to her, "I promise you, we'll get you back."

Suddenly, Lorne walked into the garden.

"What's all this 'we', pale face?" Lorne said, "I'm the one doing all the leg-work...well actually it's more like lap-work, 'cause look what fell into it." He held up an opaque ceramic bottle with a cork at the top.

"What?" Cordelia was now confused, too. ..Besides the whole memory loss thing… Whatever.

"A memory spell," Lorne provided, "No pain, no side-effects. I'm telling you, swingers, there's no way this can fail."

It's back in the nightclub and Lorne spoke into the mic. "So, I'm an idiot. What are you? Perfect?"

Lorne then began to talk about how he stumbled onto the spell to the audience and the scene changed back to the garden and Lorne is now finishing up the story of his discovery to Cordelia and Angel.

"I don't know. Spells...I don't trust them," Angel started to protest.

"And I don't care," Cordelia argued and stood up, "I'm in."

Angel stood up also. "Cordy, I just-"

"I don't care. This is killing me. I want my memory back. Pain, side effects, this thing turns me into a mousaka...I'm happy. As long as I can remember I'm a mousaka."

"Don't even worry about it, Princess. I've got all the ingredients lined up. As soon as we call Wesley and the Sunnydale crew, we'll have our nine."

Angel looked after Lorne and Cordelia as they went back into the hotel. "Wesley? Sunnydale? The nine what?" he called after them.