Lorne and Harmony were in his office canceling and rescheduling appointments. Lorne had a meeting in five minutes to a Three-Headed Savoc demon.

"Hey Harmonica any news on when the translator is getting here?" Lorne asked.

"Oh he said he was running just a few minutes late."

The Three-Headed demon walked in, greeted Lorne in their native tongue and took a seat.

"It will just be a minute." Lorne said nervously

The demon looked at him with a confused look on his face.

"Harmony can you please make a call and get a translator down here?"

The intercom suddenly sounded.

"Attention all employees of Wolfram & Hart you are now under new management. I am now the C.E.O. of this law firm and I plan for us to get back to the basics."

"Oh talk about your bad timing. I'm sure security will have everything under control soon. Well since the translator is probably not coming, I am opened to some suggestions Harmony." Lorne said.

"Ummmm he could sing for you maybe."

Lorne turned to the demon if it would sing he could read his intentions for this meeting.

"So you know any Manilow?" Lorne asked.

The demon sat in silence.

"OH Thank God for that. Any Madonna?

Again the demon sat in silence.

"Streisand?"

The demon suddenly showed recognition.

"Yentl, Yes, Yentl."

"Oh Thank Babs, herself! You know I could get you an autograph the firm and her are pretty tight." Lorne said.

The demon had no understanding of what Lorne had just said.

"Hey Streisando, Autographo." Harmony said to the demon.

The demon nodded all three heads still not fully comprehending. Lorne heard screams coming from outside the door. He ran out seeing a number of Reshald demons taking out more security and anyone that got in there way. He ran back in and automatically began trying to lock the door.

"Oh Sweet Moses the locks aren't working."

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Wesley, Decan Beck, and two Reshald demons were proceeding further and further down. The Dungeon was at the very bottom of the law firm. Anyone that crossed Wolfram & Hart in the past would wind up here, although now it was rarely used. Angel would never resort to using it except for the most extreme circumstances. Finally all four of them reached the dungeon. It was cold and murky; Wesley could almost smell brimstone. As if he could walk just a few more layers down to hell. Beck, judging from the way he was searching was looking for a specific holding box.

"It's here I found it. Call your master." Beck said sounding excited.

"What is it?" Wesley asked.

"Not what, but who." Said The Miage.

"It's Dagnos" Wesley realized.

"Yes and I am The Miage."

Beck pushed opened the box containing Dagnos's body.

"No you fool." The Miage protested.

Beck reached for the talisman around Dagnos's neck.

"I need the talisman it's the only thing that will keep me alive."

Beck touched the talisman just as Dagnos awoke. He began strangling Beck until he dropped dead.

"That talisman will be mine Dagnos. You will die soon enough." The Miage said.

Dagnos jumped out of his tomb and grabbed Wesley. Dagnos began reciting words in latin. Wesley watched as The Miage faded away and then there was only darkness.