Angel stood tapping his foot impatiently. "Come on get under the wheel wells."

Spike looked up at him and gave him the two-finger salute. "You're lucky I don't key you're bloody car while I'm out here every day." Spike stood there for a moment looking annoyed and the shrieked when a sudden rush of water hit him on the back, soaking his duster and the backs of his legs. Connor stood with the hose in hand laughing as Spike went after him with the bottle of turtle wax.

Angel stood their watching the pair cover each other in cleaning supplies for a few minutes before clearing his throat loudly. "That's enough boys. We're kind of pressed for time. Connor you have an appointment." Suddenly Angel let out a yelp as Spike came up behind him and dumped the bucket of dirty wash water over his head. Angel grabbed a sponge and took off after the fleeing blonde vampire.

An hour later Angel and Connor sat in the lobby of Carole's office.

"Well you two smell good." Carole greeted as she came out into the lobby.

"Washing a car I can't even drive." Connor said with a slightly annoyed tone. Even since Spike had spilled the beans that most kids his age not only drove but also had cars Connor had been begging Angel to teach him to drive.

"I see well come on kiddo. I'll be back with him soon." Connor followed Carole out of the lobby and down a short hallway to her office. The room was a sunny shade of yellow and decorated with crayon drawings from various clients. Carole took her seat in a pink plastic desk chair and Connor collapsed onto and oversized tie-dyed beanbag. "So how are you doing today Connor?"

"Alright."

"Have you been taking you medications regularly?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Have you been eating?"

"Some. When I remember to."

"Now you know you have to put at least some food in your body three times a day. You need to really try to keep up on that. Fred will have both of our heads if your not putting on weight adequately. Now how are you sleeping?"

"Alright. Nothing out of the ordinary. Insomnia, nightmares, that sort of thing."

"Okay. Well is there anything you want to talk about?"

"I remembered something yesterday."

"About Quor Toth?"

"No about the hospital. I remember it all."

"Tell me about it."

"I don't remember the mall or the bomb plans yet."

"That's alright. Tell me what you do remember."

"Well I don't remember Angel stabbing me but I remember being carried out of the mall and I remember bleeding a lot. Remember being here and there were a lot of doctors and a really bright light. And then I remember hearing my dad' voice and trying to open my eyes but they wouldn't and I remember I couldn't talk. I remember that a few times and I remember waking up but I wouldn't move my hands and wanting to get the tube out of my throat. I remember Fred taking it out and coughing a lot. I remember I was sitting up but it hurt a lot and I remember trying to ask why I couldn't move my hands and I remember the cast on my foot an trying to ask what was going on but my throat hurt a lot and going back to sleep. I remember Angel arguing with Fred over putting in a feeding tube and the restraints. I remember hearing you and Angel talking before we met. I remember my dad reading to me from some crazy book Wesley gave him, and I remember waking up and talking to Fred a little. I remember the first time we met."

Carole smiled. "You didn't like me too much as I recall."

Connor's intensity broke into a small laugh. "Oh that was I like you distain actually. You told them to take the restraints off and I didn't need a feeding tube. But I didn't like anyone too much then. Heck I didn't like me too much then."

"Do you know what triggered this? What were you doing when you remembered this?"

"My dad was singing to me."

"He sang to you when you were in a coma, he can't sing."

"I know." Connor smiled.

"I want you to try to talk to your dad about how you feel about theses memories. You need to be able to trust him with that information. Not telling him things only causes more problems you know."

"I know. I'll try alright."

"Okay Connor, our time is up. I'll see you Saturday then. How's the whole grounded thing"

Connor winced as he stood up. "Not so good. I think I lost the weekend probation option."

"Connor! Alright we're going into overtime. What did you do? Tattoo, pierce something I can't see, spill it."

Connor blushed. "Nothing that glamorous. I almost wish. I went an hour out of town to a party, did drugs, drank, and had to call Lorne for a ride home. Oh and this was all while my father was on a date."

Carole looked at Connor in awe. "You're lucky not to be in a holding cell right now. I bet you're father was pissed."

"I thought he would spontaneously combust he was so mad. I think I'll be paying for this indefinitely."

Carole shook her head. "Well I better release you back to the prison guard. Behave yourself alright?"

"I will." Connor waved as he walked out of the office and headed over to Wesley's office for his history lesson.