As he stepped into the room, a now downcast, short, black-haired Irish man stepped into the door-way behind him, and automatically leaned against the doorframe.
The sight of him made Cordelia gasp, and Angel to drop the two mugs he was holding, as they cried simultaneously, "Doyle?!"
At the sound of their amazed voices, and of the cups crashing to the floor, everyone's heads shot up, and Spike, Willow and Wesley (the only ones who knew about Doyle) gaped at the short man standing before them.
Doyle had seemed a little surprised to see them as well, and replied, "Angel! 'Delia! How'd ye get 'ere so soon?"
Cordelia just looked at him. "Willow came. And what do you mean, how did *we* get here!? How the *hell* did *you* get here?!! You're supposed to be dead!!"
Everyone who did not know about Doyle gasped at that fact.
Doyle smiled at the woman and he loved, and replied by avoiding her question, "I'll get ta tha' later Princess. I havena bin able ta touch ye, or talk ta ye fer nigh on a year, so now come over 'ere an' give me a 'ug."
At the glare from her, he instantly became contrite, and smiled, if not somewhat sheepishly at her, and added, "Please?"
At that, Cordelia flung herself into his arms, and started to cry.

As her sobs slowly subsided, Doyle wiped away her remaining tears and said, "Shush now Princess. I'm back an' I ain't thinkin' a leavin' any time soon, an' I'm gonna fix all this."
At that, Doyle sat her gently back down beside Wesley on the sofa, and walked over to his best friend. He took one look at Angel and said, "C'mere."
It surprised everyone when Angel went immediately into Doyle's open arms, and started to sob uncontrollably.
After letting Angel cry for a while, Doyle turned slightly and whispered into his ear.
"Ye heard wha' I just told 'Delia did ye no'?"
He felt, more than saw, Angel nod.
"So, I said I'm gonna fix this, an' I am. I know where Buffy is, an' I know 'ow ta bring 'er back, so calm down an' 'elp me!"
That shut Angel up, in fact, that shut everyone up.

Cordelia, being Cordelia, was the first to regain her voice and ask, "How do you know how to bring Buffy back, when Giles and Wesley still don't?"
Doyle sat down on the floor, with Angel beside him, and turned to Cordelia before replying.
"Well, ye see, as me death was thought of as a noble one, I was sent t' a dimension where all noble workers of the PTB go. An' I'll betcha anythin', tha' Buffy, bein' a Slayer, never mind the best Slayer yet, is there."
"Yeah, so? She's in another dimension! Besides the fact that *all* dimensions in general are practically impossible to open - and I should know, if you're correct, she's gone through The Sacred Portal into the Dimension of The Noble Heroes and Warriors of The Powers That Be!! How the *hell* do you expect to get her out of there?!!" Anya cried at Doyle, gesturing wildly.
Doyle looked at her and smiled. "You must be Anya, formerly Anyanka, vengeance demon feared by men throughout dimensions."
Anya blushed and replied with, "Well, I tried."
"I know how t' get 'er outta there 'coz tha' 'tis where I've bin fer nigh on a year."
Everyone gasped.
"Well, if that's th' end of th' question portion of th' evenin', I guess we'd better ge' started on tha' spell t' bring Buffy back heh?"

Everyone was now gathered in The Magic Shop, rushing around trying to prepare the spell.