"These demons aren't attacking voters," Wood points out to Connor. "They're voting," he adds with confusion.
"And you think that's okay?"
"I think it's none of my damn business." Connor laughs.
"What about the democratic process?"
"I didn't come to this town to fight voter fraud. Why did you come here?"
"Same reason you did. To kill demons." Several of the demons give Connor angry glances.
"What did we ever do to you," one of them yells.
"And you decided to return on this day, of all days, why," Wood asks.
"Shouldn't you be at Stanford," Angel wonders, making Connor nervous.
"Who the hell are you," Connor asks, feigning ignorance. Angel's also wondering what's going on. Connor's feeding his worst fears. Bored with the proceedings, Dana takes out her stake and charges Spike. He quickly backtracks.
"Hey! Cut that out." She kicks his face. "Robin, will you tell her I'm good?"
"You are," he asks with a smile.
"I saved your bloody life!"
"It's you," Felicia announces with confusion.
"Spike," Emma asks. "I thought he was like vaporized."
"As opposed to actually vaporized," Robin adds, finding unintentional meaning in Emma's teenage syntax. "Why aren't you dead?"
"That's what Dana and me were trying to take care of," Connor points out, glad that the topic has moved away from him for the moment.
"So I guess all that survived in that crater were the cockroaches and you," Wood jokes.
"Yeah, yeah, Spike's alive, big deal," Angel interjects. "Connor, what are you doing here?"
"Shut up, bloodsucker," Connor says, looking at Angel and pleading in a super-quiet whisper "don't do this." The kid's obviously ashamed of his old man.
"The questions just keep piling up when it comes to you," Wood says to Connor. "How do you know our enemies?"
"We're not your enemies," Angel declares. "At least, I'm not. I'm a good guy. A Champion."
"So the bloody hell am I." Wood looks at Spike and raises his eyebrows skeptically.
"There's a title that's lost its distinction."
"Dude, we tried to kill you, and you're protecting demons," Emma points out to Angel. "Maybe you're not our enemy, but you sure ain't our friend."
"Spike, Connor, and umm, what's-your-name – Angel," Wood says, causing Angel to scowl. "Can one of you please give me why you're here tonight?"
"I think that should be obvious, especially to you," Angel says to Wood. "We're protecting voting rights." Robin's smart enough to realize that Angel's implying that he should empathize with the demons because, like black Americans once did, they are facing down murderous mobs to exercise their constitutional rights. It's all Wood can do to not blow his top. After several smoldering seconds of silence, he punches Angel in the nose. "Ow!" Spike laughs and claps.
"If there's anything worse than white liberal guilt, it's undead white liberal guilt." He looks at Connor, who appears nervous. "I think you owe me the truth. After what we've been through, I think you owe me at least that." Angel realizes this man is close to Connor.
"How can you be sure he's telling the truth?"
"Because, it's so stupid and ridiculous, no one would make it up."
"Excuse me," Felicia announces. "If we're not gonna be killing anything more tonight, can me and Em hit the clubs? You know, to, uh, look for vampires," she adds with a smirk.
"Fine. Be back by one." They leave the confusing situation which no longer has anything to do with them.
Angel was there to get out the demon vote in order to help the Democrats. If Connor was there to keep demons from voting, then that meant . . . "Oh no. I don't believe it. I don't believe this. Connor, are you a Republican," he asks with pain in his voice.
"I'm gonna be sick," Wood adds.
"Is that a crime," an outraged Connor demands to know.
"You used us," Wood responds. "You lied to me." He shakes his head in disappointment.
"How can you be a Republican," Angel asks, on the verge of tears.
"Why the bloody hell do you care so much about this kid," Spike asks. "So he came by the office once. You're treating him like he's your bloody son." Connor cringes.
"Yeah, why do you care," Robin asks, uneasy about being in agreement with Spike.
"It's Wolfram & Hart. They programmed you to be a Republican. They are evil."
"Republican's aren't evil."
"I didn't say they were."
"I'm a Republican."
"Stop saying that."
"So that means, in your mind, I'm evil."
"No," Angel screams, having a bad flashback to the scene in the sporting goods store before he gave Connor his new life. "But Bush doesn't even live in a reality-based world."
"Neither do I. Thanks to you."
"Connor, how do you know this vampire," Wood asks.
"He's my son."
"Dammit," Connor yells. "Dad, how could you," he adds, further blowing his cover. Dana looks at Connor for a few seconds, then runs away. "Dana, wait!" He races after his girlfriend, leaving Wood alone with Angel and Spike.
"His father's a vampire," Wood says to himself. "That would explain a lot."
"No it doesn't," Spike dissents. "Angel, how the bloody hell could you have a son? You can barely even have sex."
"Okay, that raises a lot of questions I really don't want answered," Robin replies, not eager to delve into Angel's sex life. At least he still has no idea about Angel and Buffy.
"Hey Robin," Spike yells after Wood turns around. "You better not send any more Slayers after me. Remember wut Buffy said: try to kill me again, and I get to kill you."
"You're not worth their time." Wood says before walking away.
"Buffy would never say that," Angel tells Spike.
"You really don't know her anymore," Spike responds self-servingly. "And apparently, she doesn't know you."