Angel turned his head slowly to look at his two friends. Their faces were blank.

"Guys, this is me." he swallowed.

Wesley looked a the frightened man that was lying below them.

"I know.... but how did he get here?"

"Is that all you can say? I'm looking at my double!"

Liam tried to sit up. he stared at Wesley.

"I don't know who yer are," he said shakily. "I don't know where I am. How did I get here?"

He looked at Angel. "Who the hell are you?"

Angel opened his mouth then closed it again.

Liam eyed him suspiciously. "You remind me of someone."

Then he turned to Lorne. he jumped back as if something had hit him.

"Jesus Christ! What the hell is that?"He stared with wild eyes.

Lorne's mouth creased into an embarrassed smile. "I'm not going to hurt you, sugar."

"It talks!"

Angel stood up and helped his clone to his feet.

"How did you get here?" he croaked. This was really, really weird.

Liam was still staring in horror at Lorne. "I don't know, I was in the pub with some mates... where am I?"

Angel smiled humourlessly. "Drinking...."

Liam lifted one eyebrow. "What else do yer do in pubs? And you didn't answer my question."

Angel turned to Wesley. "Should we tell him?" He asked.

"It might be easier if we do, remember we're not talking to a child here, you- I mean, him- he's a fully grown man."

Angel turned back to the young man. "Fine. Question 1. You have been transported through some kind of portal into the 21st century,

and you are in Los Angeles, in America, in a law firm known as Wolfram and Hart."

Liam blinked. "Are you giving me a load of rubbish? I asked for the answer to my question-"

"- and I gave it to you." Angel finished. "Question 2. He's Wesley Wyndham-Price, rogue vampire hunter and ex-Watcher."

Wesley adjusted his tie importantly. Liam could only gape.

"Question 3," Angel continued, and Lorne was impressed at his memory, "That is Lorne, a good friend of mine and of course he talks, that's the whole point to him."

Liam was not convinced. "I think he's a demon from hell. A spawn of Satan."

Lorne muttered indignantly. "Thanks a lot, Angel.... your younger self thinks I'm spawn."

Liam turned back to Angel. "And anyway, who are you? Are you family?"

Angel bit his lip. "Yeah, I'm about as family as you could get."

Liam inspected his fingers. "Yer my descendant, right? Does that mean I married? Damn it, I never want to marry!"

Angel clenched his fist. This was getting worse with the guilt. "Something like that. It's late, you guys, I think we should find somewhere for.... Liam to stay."

Lorne nodded. "I'll take him to one of the guest suites, then we can find out what happened in the morning. We can go now, unless seventeeth century boy here still thinks I'm a green, more smiley version of the devil..."

Liam rolled his eyes, and Wesley saw Angel in him for a moment. Then he said, "If my descendant believes in yer, then I think yer safe. But you better not pull anything. They don't call me Bar Brawl O'Connor for nothing."

they walked away down the corridor, and Angel smiled. "Bar Brawl O'Connor. I remember that one."