Wesley did his normal 2 hour workout in the water the next morning, and when he came into the kitchen skipping his nap he saw everyone their. They all turned and stared at him.

"uuuh Good Morning." he said confused.

"Ok, look Wesley no more secrets...what the hell is going on with you?" asked Gunn. Wesley sighed knowing he was going to have to tell them the truth.

"7 years ago my grandfather died...he taught me how to swim, and surf. I-I just found out I haven't been over it."

"Thats bloody it?" asked Spike. Everyone turned their heads. "Well I mean why didn't you come to us before?"

"Because I can't...I-I...what I said to Gunn and Angel, as much as I wish I hadn't said it..."

"It's 100 true." finsihed Angel. "None of us are a family anymore." he said in his brooding way. Wesley merely nodded.

"Well thats why where here aint it?" asked Gunn suddenly all full of energy. Everyone glanced at him oddly. "Come on english, lets go do that healing thing or what ever." said Gunn excitedly. Everyone traded glances as Wesley arched a brow, yet smiled.

"Ok."

Emma hit the punching bag hard in the old abandon warehouse, which in the basement was like an apartment. With 2000 dollar leather couches, and ect. Wearing tight jeans and a white tank top and black fingerless gloves Emma hit the bag even harder with the thought of that stupid man she would of once called father, or brother. Yet she was unaware if someone could read her aura they'd see that it was clouded with blackness. They would see that another aura of another was forcing itself upon the slayer...Emma Wattson was under a spell. A black tattoe was on the back of her right shoulder, looking like a Hawk. William watches from the doorway, a grin on his thin lips.

"You have so much anger slayer." he chuckled yet he soon found Emma only inches away from him, her hand about to grasp his throat.

"Don't you dare chuckle! It's to much like your brothers." she said intensily before returning to her punching of the bag.

"Your tense." he whispered.

"You would be to. All this energy! Why can't I just kill him? I can take him!" she hissed. William was enjoying this way to much.

"I have an idea..." he grinned

Wesley woke up from his sleep in his apartment, getting in late last night. He awoke yawning and scratching his head. He was still in his cloths when he remembered somthing. Getting up with a shocking new amount of energy and dashing for his bag. He quickly opened up the leather messanger bag and took out what he had been questing for. It was the key Liz had given to him along with the note.

"Safety Deposit box 17, LA, bank of America." what could of his love have left him? And more importantly, how?

The nice secutary woman came into the small office, a large worn, dusty borwn box in her arms.

"Thier you go Mr. Pryce." she said smiling. "Oh yes and this." and she raised a wooden guiatar case. She saw the face of pure uncontrolible shock on his face and she could feel he was in a great deal of pain. "I guess it would be best if you left now."

"Yes...I have work." he said like a robot, it was obvious his mind was else where.

Wesley slammed the door to his office and locked it, and tunred to the box and opened it cautauoilsy using a envelop opener to rip off the tape. He opened it and his heart stopped.

The first thing he took out was a small brown worn teddy...it was his. It was somthing he had had since he was a baby himself, and he took it with him on his journey.

"Noun" he merely whispered. Nounours was German for teddy, and when he had officaily named it he had been learning German, (at age 3). He had given it to Wilona after she was born.

His hands where shaking franticly as he pulled out the next item in the box. It was a nootebook...his notebook. Almost like a journal for everything, he would write songs, poems, thoughts, and just well anything. He peered in the box and saw he had several of them. About 5.

Then he had another item....it was his teaching degree, framed, yet the edges like everything else was burnt.

Then his heart almost shattered when he found somthing else, it was Williams...some stupid thin he got at the dollar store yet he never went any where without it. A stupid little rabbit's foot.

"Emma" he merely whispered as he took out his gift to her for her 9'th birthday. It was a golden cross, with a silver chain. It was real gold, and Emma was never seen without the cross drapped around her little neck.

Finally it was his hat. Not just ANY hat. HIS hat. The MATTHEW hat. A simple yankee's baseball cap yet he was rarely ever seen without it.

Then he opened up the guitar case and his world shatter completely. He forgot he had decorated the entire inside of his guiatr case of pictures of everyone. At the top of guitar was his favorite picture of all of them together it was under the strings. He gulped and saw that his guitar pick was still there where he left it. In a tiny tiny pocket on the top. He looked around and took out the pick. He strummed the strings of his guitar and it came out a warm sound.

"Stay at peace...keep at peace...peace it good...peace is pure...." these thoughts ran through Wilfred, or just Wilf as he was called now. Well more like "brother Wilf." After the event, Wilf had lost contorl, and had become a very angry person roaming through europe. Wesley had died in a plain crash...he had hated everyone and everything. Yet then when he was starting a bar fight in southwest aisia he met a man who knew a bunch of monks who would help him. He went there and did get some help. After the monks in south west aisia, he continued to travel, from shrine, to shrine looking for guidance. He knew of his purpose, from his dream. He unlike the others who had died without thier pendants...he still had his. The black panther...the strong black cat of the day. So here he was 7 years after the event and had finally made it to his destination for about 3 years. South America...home of the panther.

Wilf sat on the top of a Mayan temple meditating, of his own free will. It was in a secluded part of South America, hidden by the tree's except for the very top, which was just hidden by some bush's. It reached the canopy of the trees. It was yet to be discovered.

He breathed in deeply the cool air, the sun was setting, and it was like watching a pool of colors, all melting together as one. No real beggingi of a certain color and no real ending. It was at moments like this Wilf felt most at peace. Yet sudden;y he wasn't at peace...he saw somthing...a vision...a little demon....a demon child....it couldn't control it's self....he saw a tattoe...he saw Emma...he saw Matt's head rolling on the ground detached from his body...he heard laughing....he saw Williams face. He opended his eyes and they were bloodshot red, from the effects of the vision. They were alive....he had to find Joni...Wendy...or his baby sister. She can help him...if she could make it through the night, because Matt wasn't the only head he saw rolling on the ground.