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Week Two

He was always there to catch me when I fell. This time Giles and Wesley barely caught my head before I came crashing into the ground.

I miss him catching me.

The visions are getting worse. My brain feels like its going to explode. Thousands of bolts of electricity ricocheting off of each rounded corner of my cerebrum. Yeah, it hurts and they're killing me. Thank you Doyle.

Yes, thank you Doyle.

I dreamt of him last night. Angel too. We were solving a case, of all things. Like the good all days, if you can remember those. I woke up pouring in sweat because like all my dreams nowadays, it was either Angel or Doyle who ended up dead. Last night they both ended up dead. And I was left alone.

Like I feel now. Alone. It's lonely and dark.

Don't get me wrong. I love Wesley, I know he will always be there for me. He's made it that point every night when we go on our walks around the estate. Last night was the north garden. He kept reassuring me that he and his "team" were working on the "cure", so to speak. But without Angel, it feels like there's no tomorrow with me; for me.

Without Angel there is no need for my clairvoyant self. No need for a seer for a champion. No need for me to go on with fighting the good fight.

The good fight...heck, I was going to leave that up to Buffy, but like Giles told us, she's gone too. Now, back in Sunnydale, all we have is super-witch Willow to protect us. In LA, there is Faith, but being behind bars kind of puts all of us in a rut.

Last night in the gardens, Wesley wished for a rainbow for me.

And again, I wished for an Angel.

PYLEA

"Gunn, shut up already!" Lorne yelled at the street fighter who was determined to rip the steel bars that were unbreakable even by Angel out of the miniature window. Lorne kept himself in the right dark corner, rubbing his temples and calculating how much longer it would take Wesley to open up another portal. Angel was hovered in another dark corner, watching Gunn return to his daily task and thinking the same thing as Lorne.

"Yo, Green, shut yo' mouth. You wanna get ou' of here, right?"

"We all do Gunn." Angel said, darting his eyes a little to get any point across to the anxious and envious Gunn.

"Then we need to find a way out. And, unlike you two sorry-asses, I'm gonna do something about it."

"Gunn! Give it up! The only way we're gonna get out of here, is for a portal to open up right here, for Mr. Mighty Warrior with a Vengence against Angel to all of the sudden have a change of heart, which I might add is very slim, and the only other way we're getting out of here is if we die. And I'm betting on the last one!" Lorne yelled at him, standing straight up and then sitting right back down in a huff.

Angel kept observing. He wanted to get back to Earth as much as them, maybe even more. He wanted to get back to Cordelia. The words kept running over and over in his mind, whether his eyes were closed or not.

"Angel!"

"Cordy, go. I'll be right behind you!"

"But..."

"Don't argue. I promise, I'll be right behind you. Just go."

The moon was rising in the hell dimension and for once he was thankful. That way he could see the stars. The stars that Cordelia had once told him that she still wished on. Every night, whether rain or shine.

Angel got up off the hay-stacked floor as Gunn retreated from the tiny window so his friend could look out. Angel had developed a routine and if Gunn or Lorne got in his way, the Vantral would come out to play.

Looking up into the dimly starlit sky, Angel recited the words in his mind praying his wish would be heard. Starlight, starbright...