Despite being able to have visions for quite some time now Doyle never got
used to them. Somehow he always believed that next time wouldn't be so bad.
The pain wouldn't be quite as searing, he wouldn't cramp quite as much and
most of all he wouldn't need to drink quite so much after each attack.
Still, when the next vision came, he instantly knew that he it would be
just as bad as earlier.
This particular vision had for some reason been fuzzier than usual. He didn't get a name, nor a location, only a face. It was a young woman's face, she could barely be twenty. Doyle had a feeling he should recognize her, she seemed to utterly familiar. But no matter how hard he tried he still couldn't figure out who she was.
Moving down in the elevator to Angel's apartment he went through what he knew from his vision. Not much, as it turned out. This vision was a clear winner in the vaguest clue competition. He found Angel sitting in the kitchen with Spike on the other side of the table.
"Angel," Doyle said softly.
The older vampire turned his head towards him. He was in full game face, yellow eyes piercing through Doyle. Only a second though, then he changed back to his human face.
"What?" he asked tiredly.
"A new vision, only a few moments ago. Not much to go on though. A face, no name, no place. But I know she's in serious danger."
"Well then," Spike said cheerily. "Let's get to work then."
Several hours later spent in front of the computer trying to find out who the woman was did not give any clues at all. They were all tired, except Cordelia, for some mysterious reason.
"This is useless!" Cordelia exclaimed. "I've been going through books for hours and still nothing! You should really talk to TPTB and tell them to give you more clues, Doyle."
Doyle didn't reply only glared at her. Sighing he through himself on the couch grabbing a random book and flipped through the pages. Suddenly, from somewhere in the middle of the book, a photograph fell out and landed on the floor.
"Well... what is..?"
He stared at the photo on the floor. The picture showed a girl with blonde hair smiling at the camera.
Angel quickly reached down and grabbed the photo lying on the floor. He caressed it for a moment, and turned to put it back in the book. He stopped when he saw Doyle's expression.
"That's her." Doyle finally managed to get out. "That's the girl from my vision!"
Angel stared at him. Could it be? Could Buffy really be alive?
This particular vision had for some reason been fuzzier than usual. He didn't get a name, nor a location, only a face. It was a young woman's face, she could barely be twenty. Doyle had a feeling he should recognize her, she seemed to utterly familiar. But no matter how hard he tried he still couldn't figure out who she was.
Moving down in the elevator to Angel's apartment he went through what he knew from his vision. Not much, as it turned out. This vision was a clear winner in the vaguest clue competition. He found Angel sitting in the kitchen with Spike on the other side of the table.
"Angel," Doyle said softly.
The older vampire turned his head towards him. He was in full game face, yellow eyes piercing through Doyle. Only a second though, then he changed back to his human face.
"What?" he asked tiredly.
"A new vision, only a few moments ago. Not much to go on though. A face, no name, no place. But I know she's in serious danger."
"Well then," Spike said cheerily. "Let's get to work then."
Several hours later spent in front of the computer trying to find out who the woman was did not give any clues at all. They were all tired, except Cordelia, for some mysterious reason.
"This is useless!" Cordelia exclaimed. "I've been going through books for hours and still nothing! You should really talk to TPTB and tell them to give you more clues, Doyle."
Doyle didn't reply only glared at her. Sighing he through himself on the couch grabbing a random book and flipped through the pages. Suddenly, from somewhere in the middle of the book, a photograph fell out and landed on the floor.
"Well... what is..?"
He stared at the photo on the floor. The picture showed a girl with blonde hair smiling at the camera.
Angel quickly reached down and grabbed the photo lying on the floor. He caressed it for a moment, and turned to put it back in the book. He stopped when he saw Doyle's expression.
"That's her." Doyle finally managed to get out. "That's the girl from my vision!"
Angel stared at him. Could it be? Could Buffy really be alive?