"Do you think she'll call?" Angel asked aloud, still staring at the phone like he had been for the past three hours. Fred, Gunn, Wesley and Lorne all looked at each other, rolling their eyes and thinking to themselves that this was the fifth time he asked. The vents were clean, rat traps set, bookcases were now alphabetized, marble floors were spotless and they had just finished dusting the stair wells. The gang was now just 'chillin'', as Gunn called it. Wesley and Gunn had the mini television out and were flipping through the channels, Fred was on the computer and Lorne was mixing up his sea breeze.

"Angelcakes, the phone won't ring if you're staring at it all day." Lorne told him friend, pouring the sea breeze into his glass.

"But..."

"Angel, she'll call when she'll call. Don't push her." Lorne gave his friend the advice whether he wanted it or not. Taking a seat next to him behind the counter, Lorne fetched one of Cordelia's entertainment magazines. "Oooo, looky...Brad & Jennifer out on the town." Lorne pointed out on the out and about page noting Jennifer's outfit and sipping on his sea breeze.

"Uh, Angel..." Fred poked her eyes out from behind the computer and caught his attention. "You might want to read this." Fred sounded scared and worried, something that they were all used to but this time the quiver in her lip was shakier causing everyone to gather up behind her.

"What is it?" Angel asked, leaning down to read the bright computer screen. Sinking down in the chair that Fred had just occupied, he read the long e-mail.

To: Angel Investigations Staff

From: Vision Girl

Subject: none

To my family: I love you. Please understand why I am doing this. I just need to get away for a while and I don't want you to follow me. Dennis will be expecting one of you to check on him, just to make sure that you know he still exists and the apartment is paid until next year, so no worries there. I love you. Please don't think this is because of any of you, because it's not. You are my family, my closest friends and I owe my whole existence and reason for still being on this earthly plane to you all. So please respect my wishes and don't follow me.

To Angel: My sweet, sweet Angel: the above especially applies to you. I love you the most. Sorry Wesley, Gunn, Lorne and Fred. But I do. Probably more than any of us realize, including me. Just take care of our family for me. You're going to have to be both the father and mother to them. I love you, never forget that.

With all of my heart,

Cordelia E. Chase

This was impossible, utterly impossible. Cordelia couldn't leave them, much less him. She was the whole reason why he got up in the morning, the reason he was still fighting for something he knew was not going to happen in quite a long time. Angel acted on instinct again, getting out of the chair and reaching for his coat. He wasn't going to respect any of her damn wishes regarding this issue. She wasn't leaving.

"Angel..." Lorne called after him as the French doors swung by each other. "Oh, what's the use?" He took the last drink of his sea breeze and said.

"There is a use. We can go and stop him before he does something stupid. Right?" Fred said, looking between the three gentlemen before her. Each of them looked at each other, remembering the last time this happened. If any of them knew anything about Angel, and they did, he was already in her apartment arguing with her about leaving. Good Luck Dennis.