Forty vampires walk down the street in a part of town that's rough even for them. Most of the demons carry weapons: bats, chains, knives, a flail or two. Clearly they're not going to turn the other cheek. In fact, they're out for blood and revenge on behalf of their meeker brethren. Suddenly, a car streaks by on the street in front of them, and two gunmen strafe the demons with semi-automatic fire. Meanwhile, a car stops on the road behind them and cuts them down. The first car was gone a few seconds after it appeared. Several demons run at the second car, but its wheels screech and it races off after hitting all but one of its pursuers. This demon, unable to get a grip, manages only to scratch the paint with his claws. He rushes back to the others. "It's okay. We'll get them come nightfall." The demons open two manhole covers and start evacuating their injured. The demon who was just talking gets a crossbow in the back of the skull. The arrow goes clear through his brain and knocks out his left eyeball, which falls to the ground before he falls dead. They turn to see who fired.

"Slayers!" The uninjured demons think they're numerous enough to stand a chance. "And a boy," he adds contemptuously as Connor, being Connor, leaps into the fray first. One demon tosses an ax for his forehead. Connor grabs it with his right hand, tosses it back and splits the demon's skull in two. Dana's never seen that trick before, and she thinks it's awesome. Wood thinks it would have been better to hang onto the ax. Another demon swings his chains for Connor, who grabs them with his left hand, pulls the demon towards him and chokes him with his own weapon. Dana comes up on Connor's right and starts hacking with a machete. Felicia and Emma are double-teamed, while a less confident demon goes after Wood, who defeats it after some effort. Finding themselves overmatched, the remaining uninjured demons retreat. Connor and the Slayers take out any shooting victims who weren't able to be evacuated. The body count is twelve.

"We kill more demons before nine am than most other people kill in a lifetime," Felicia jokes.

"The voters are safe, the demons are crushed and I'll still make it to school on time," Robin points out contentedly. "You coming?," he asks Felicia.

"Not today."

"Come on," Emma says. "It's better than doing nothing."

"Plus, it's important even for a Slayer to get an education," Wood adds. Felicia laughs.

"You know Emma only goes to meet boys." Wood looks at her.

"And to learn," she weakly offers. Robin doesn't look convinced.

"Look on the bright side, Rob. At least they're human boys," Felicia quips. Emma and Dana don't get it. Connor feels nervous, as if they're sort of talking about him. Wood is not amused, though he knows Felicia makes a good point. Thank Heavens there aren't any more ensouled vampires walking the Earth, seducing lonely Slayers. Connor and Dana start to walk away.

"You want a ride?," Wood asks. "It's on the way. And, ugh, you might draw unwanted attention by carrying those weapons around."

"Who are we here to kill?," Spike asks as they watch "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid" on the tele.

"No one."

"Then what's the bloody point?"

"We're getting out the demon vote."

"Demons can vote?"

"If they're citizens."

"And how the bloody hell does a demon get citizenship?"

"By living here for more than fifty consecutive years. Then they're automatically naturalized."

"And why is this so important?"

Angel looks at Spike as if he's being dumber than usual. "Because the Hellmouth happens to be in a swing state. THE swing state. Whoever wins Ohio wins the election. And if it's as close as Florida was four years ago, the demon vote could be decisive."

"So what? Does it really matter who's president?"

"Of course! Especially now."

"Not for me." Spike gets up and walks to the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Somewhere that's bloody interesting."

"Wait Spike." He stops as he's opening the door. "They'll be fighting. There's a good chance you could die."

"And?"

"And what? Isn't that enough for you?"

"And . . . you can't do it without me?"

"Yes I could."

"Fine." Spike leaves and closes the door. Angel waits ten seconds, then walks over to the door and opens it. Spike's outside, facing the other way.

"It's at least a two person job. And since Illyria's out of contact, and Gunn's busy, and I couldn't find anyone else on such short notice. Spike spins round and hits Angel with a right hook before walking back into the room. "What was that for?"

"I need a reason to hit you? I still don't see why these demons can't defend themselves."

Connor and Dana sit on her couch, making out. He puts his right hand up her shirt. She takes off his shirt. But when Connor tries to put his right hand below her waist, she jumps to the far side of the couch and looks frightened. "I'm sorry. We'll, we'll take it slow."

"I missed you," she says, further confusing him.

"I missed you too."

"I thought college was fun?"

"It is. Sometimes. But it's, ordinary. Everything seems so ordinary. Ever since, ever since I - "

"Came here?," she asks hopefully.

"Yeah," he replies, lying. "I've never met anyone like you, Dana," he adds, telling the truth. She inches back towards him. He puts his left arm around her shoulders, and she rests her head on his.

"You too, Connor. But this is so new. Everything's new."

"Demon fighting?"

"That. Boys. Life without bars." Unlike everyone else, Connor was actually curious about her past, and not at all freaked out. In fact, it seemed to draw him closer to her.

"You mean boy, right?" She smiles.

"You've been gone a long time," she jokes. He knows her well enough to be confident it's a joke.

"I have to leave again tomorrow morning. But don't worry. Winter Break's in like six weeks. And we get a month off. I'll be with my family for Christmas, but I think I can spend a lot of the time with you."

"I'd like that. I'm alone, Connor. Even when I'm with the others, I feel alone. Except when I'm with you." Connor smiles. Dana yawns.

"That's right. You didn't get any sleep last night."

"Neither did you. But you're nocturnal," she jokes, making Connor slightly uneasy. Then she rests her head against his chest and they lie down together on the couch. Connor puts his arms around her, kisses her cheek and they both fall asleep.

The demons converge on an empty parking lot about a quarter-mile from the polling place. All told, there's about seven hundred. "Looks to me like they can defend themselves," Spike tells Angel.

"If they start a riot, it'll completely discredit the whole exercise."

"So we start the riot?"

"There won't be a riot."

"Then what are we trying to prevent?" Angel sighs as Spike looks around at the cornucopia of demons. "I think I thrashed a couple of these blokes before. And I'm pretty sure I shagged that one."

"She's green. And scaly."

"Only on her back. Her front's surprisingly smooth. Oh, look. I think she's recognizing me. Won't this be awkward."

Angel checks his watch. "Polls close in half and hour. We better get a move on."

"About bloody time." Angel lines them up in an organized fashion and gives an uplifting pep talk about freedom and citizenship while Spike yawns and wanders away. As he "scouts" the path they'll travel, Robin Wood – who is on a rooftop with Connor – spots Spike with his binoculars.

"Oh my God. Oh my God. I don't believe it."

"Let me see. I think I know that guy."

"He's a vampire." Connor can tell from the way Wood's acting that this is not just some ordinary vampire.

"The one who killed your mother?"

"I don't understand. He's dead."

"Guess we'll have to make him deader."