"Is she gonna be ok?" Willow asked Fred with worry.
Fred looked at the sleeping girl on the couch. "Yeah, she's just shaken up."
Willow nodded and got back to preparing her altar. Retrieving a soul was no easy task and it would take a lot of energy.
"Do you have any sage somewhere?" She asked.
Fred shrugged. "Probably upstairs somewhere."
Cordelia prepared her spell. Buffy was ruining everything, her plan was and inch away from shattering. Suddenly, she heard someone down the hallway and covered the jar containing Angel's soul with a quilt.
Willow saw a light coming from one of the many rooms. She walked towards it.
"Cordelia!" Willow exclaimed in excitement.
"Willow!" Cordelia tried to sound enthusiastic while covering herself with numerous blankets.
Willow tried to hug her but Cordelia quickly moved back.
"I'm sick Willow, you probably shouldn't get too close." She said with a fake cough.
Willow nodded. "Ok then, I'll let you rest. I hope you feel better soon!"
Cordelia flashed the fakest smile as Willow closed the door behind her.
"Ok, it's all ready." Willow stated with complete confidence. She began to chant.
Cordelia concentrated her hands on the jar and chanted rhythmically. She threw everything she could at Willow.
Willow ignored her uneasy feelings and continued to chant, this time, more furiously and passionately. She felt the room shake and darkness coming over her, but she had to finish what she had started.
The jar exploded into a million of tiny glass fragments as Cordelia shielded her eyes.
"Nooooo!" She screamed.
It was ruined, all ruined now.
The gang ran to the basement to find him staggering to his feet. He wobbled a little before gaining his balance again.
"It's ok, it's me." He said.
Angel was back.