Cindy pushed her apartment door open, and Gunn and Cordelia followed her in. Gunn stretched his arms out as if he were tired. Cordelia looked around impatiently.

"Well, it looks safe," she said. "We should get going, Gunn."

Instead of turning to the door, Gunn moved over and flopped down on Cindy's sofa, leaning back and stretching out his legs.

"I think I should stay here and protect Cindy," Gunn said, his intent not entirely selfless. He picked up the television remote and pressed the power button. A basketball game appeared on the screen and he grinned. His voice was mingled with a yawn, "Her stalker might come back."

"Then give me the keys to your truck," Cordelia said. Gunn lazily tossed the keys across the room to her. "I'm not sticking around."

Cindy watched Cordelia walk out the door and smiled. She slipped off her shoes and walked over to Gunn, a sultry smile spread across her face.

"I thought she'd never leave," she said as she sat on the sofa next to Gunn. She ran her hand up his stomach and chest, letting it rest on his shoulder. "It's better with just the two of us, isn't it?"

"Sure," Gunn muttered absently, his eyes transfixed on the television. She stood and backed away.

"I'll be right back," she said. "I'm going to change into something a little more…appealing."

"Whatever," he said. At a commercial, he flipped the channel, disinterested in what Cindy was saying.

Tara stared at a book, her mind having abandoned research long ago. She had been attempting to help Wesley research the urn, but her concentration wasn't on research. She felt an unfocused anger and hatred forming within her. It had come upon her suddenly only an hour ago. It was fueling her instinct to kill.

She set the book she was holding down at the edge of the desk and consequently knocked other books and notes onto the floor. As she cleaned them up she came across a sheet of notes. The name Shi-Ryo was written at the top of the page in her own handwriting and lines branched out from it, tracing the lineage until the bottom of the page. She stared at the two names at the bottom—Tomi and Toshi Rakan. Suddenly her anger and hatred had focus.

"Death comes to all you touch," the girl said. Tara looked up, but she wasn't afraid this time. Her need for vengeance didn't allow fear. "You create death."

"I create death," Tara repeated. She crumpled the piece of paper and threw it across the room, the dead girl smiling at her success. When she went into the lobby she found Angel pacing impatiently. Wesley was at the front desk examining the urn. Fred was nowhere to be seen.

"You know, I'm going to go make sure Cordy and Gunn got Cindy home safe," Angel said. "They probably got attacked and need me to save them. Wes, you keep on that urn."

"I'd rather help you save Gunn and Cordelia," Wesley said, a slight wine in his voice.

"I need you on that urn," Angel said. He headed out the door. "I'll be back later."

"Where's he going?" Tara asked, a scowl creasing her brow. Wesley looked up briefly. If Tara hadn't been focused on one thing, she would've noticed the pout on his face.

"Off to fight evil," he said. "He's the champion. We're just his sidekicks."

Tara turned to the weapons cabinet and grabbed a black bag out of the bottom. Then she began loading weapons into it. She closed the bag and walked out of the hotel without another word to Wesley.

"Correction. I'm just his sidekick," he said, watching Tara with disappointment. Then he turned back to the urn, wishing he was anywhere but in the hotel.

On his way to Cindy's apartment Angel took a shortcut through one of LA's many dark alleyways. He was greeted by several men of the undead persuasion. They seemed pleased to see him. Afterall, he appeared to be outnumbered.

"Angel," one of them said. Angel simply shot them a smug smile. "We've been waiting for the opportunity to take you down."

"Give it your best shot," he said, his smile not leaving his lips. The vampires growled and they charged, pulling Angel into a fight they were sure they would win.

Wesley was still researching the urn, muttering to himself about how he wished he could be out protecting the innocent instead of always being the researcher.

"Where did this come from, Wesley? Translate this text, Wesley," he muttered. "Kiss my arse, Angel. I should be out fighting evil. Instead, I'm studying."

"Someone's a little envious, isn't he?"

Wesley looked up at the sound of the voice to see a man in dark clothing standing in the office doorway. He walked in and extended his hand.

"Name's Kravnik and I've been looking all over the city for that urn," he said as Wesley shook his hand. "See I was guarding that urn, but there was a demon after me trying to steal it. So I sent it to someone who would protect it until I shook the demon. Only problem was that I didn't know who the protector would be. It was really hard to find it seeing as how you apparently let the sins escape. I thought the protector would be more competent than that."

Wesley stared at Kravnik during his whole spiel. "I'm sorry, your name was…?"

"No time to repeat myself," he replied. He lifted the lid off the urn. "This urn houses the seven deadly sins in their purest form. I need to get them back in the urn. Looks like I've found envy right here."

He said a three word phrase in the same language he had used to transport the urn to the hotel. A bright green glow flashed from Wesley and filtered into the urn. Kravnik replaced the lid and Wesley looked stunned.

"Okay," Kravnik said. "Now where are the other six?"

"Other six what?" Wesley asked, still trying to regain his bearings.

"The other six sins. There are seven deadly sins, and I've only got one back so far," Kravnik said impatiently. "Where are the other six?"

"The other six," Wesley repeated. Then he remembered what had happened shortly after the urn had arrived at the hotel. There had been seven of them present when the urn was knocked over. "I'm not sure. Fred's in the kitchen, I believe."

"Lead the way, Wes," Kravnik said. Wesley wanted to ask how he knew his name, but figured that was unimportant.

He followed Wesley back to the kitchen to find Fred surrounded by empty take-out boxes and other food containers. She was currently working on a quart of Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia ice cream. Kravnik repeated the phrase he had said to take back envy and shortly a white flash moved from Fred to the urn. Fred stopped eating and looked over at them. Soon a distressed look spread across her face.

"I think I'm going to vomit," she said as she dropped the ice cream container on the counter.

"Gluttony?" Wesley asked, glancing at Kravnik. He nodded his head in response. Then Wesley moved over to Fred. "No vomit just yet, Fred. We need to find the others."

"What's going on?" Fred asked as she stumbled with Wesley back to the office.

"We were each possessed with one of the seven deadly sins," Wesley explained. "They came from the urn. I got envy. You got gluttony."

"Oh," Fred said. She stifled a burp and leaned on the desk. She looked more than green around the gills. "How are we going to find the others?"

"I'll start by calling Cordelia," Wesley said. "She and Gunn never came back from escorting Cindy home. Perhaps they're still at Cindy's place."

When Cordelia answered her cell phone, the background noise suggested to Wesley that she was certainly not at Cindy's.

"Cordelia, where are you?" he asked. She was shouting over the noise around you.

"I'm at the casino and I am on fire!" she shouted. "Look Wesley, I've gotta go. You're messing up my concentration."

"Cordelia!" he shouted, but it was too late. She had already hung up. "She's at the casino."

"She got greed," Kravnik said. "Do you know where the others are?"

"I'm not sure," Wesley said. "We could try Cindy's address that we have on file."

"She's probably there," Fred said. "She was pretty freaked out by what happened earlier. She probably wouldn't want to go anywhere."

"That may depend on which sin she has. After we take care of greed that would leave sloth, lust, pride and wrath," Wesley said. "I'm not even sure who would have which sin."

"They tend to gravitate toward those who are predisposed to them if possible," Kravnik explained. "That's usually how it works."

They started to head out of the hotel when Angel came in. He had a confident grin spread across his face.

"I've killed three demons and dusted five vampires in one hour," Angel said. "I'm too damn good at this."

"That would be pride," Kravnik said. He removed the urn lid, said the required phrase and a silver glow flashed from him to the urn. "Three down, four to go."

Angel looked extremely confused. "What's going on?"

"We'll explain on the way to the casino," Wesley said. The four of them walked out of the hotel on their way to retrieve the remaining sins.