"I can not believe this. Of all the reasons for me to wake up... Faith? They give me visions of Faith? Thanks a lot, Powers. Just great."

Angel watched Cordelia with a mixture of astonishment and relief. He had been told that she wasn't going to wake up so many times. He had been in denial, swearing that they were all lying, but deep down, he knew that the chances were slim to none. To have her sitting up and complaining... She was so much more like the old Cordelia that he didn't know whether to tell her to shut up or to kiss her.

"Cordy..."

"I'm ranting here, Angel." She rolled her eyes and turned back to the small mirror she had forced a nurse to give her. "Look at my hair. They couldn't do something with this while I was in that coma? I mean, come on. They didn't have to make it glamorous, but they didn't have to leave it like this."

"Cordy..."

"Still ranting, Angel." She rolled her eyes again. "And you could have brought me a brush. You know how I am. And something better to wear than this hospital gown, because you know I'm not staying here. Neither am I walking outside like this. If I've got to wake up with Faith in my head, the least I deserve is some kind of pampering or something to cheer me up. You try being in a coma and waking up with visions of blood, guts and a deranged Slayer who's even more out of her mind now."

Angel took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. He was starting to lean more towards telling her to just shut up, though afterwards, he might still kiss her. There definitely weren't any side effects to the coma. She was exactly the way he thought she would always be. "Cordy, the vision? What was it?"

"I just told you. It was Faith."

"A little more, maybe? Like... what's going to happen? Giles and Spike have already found her, but..."

"Wait a minute!" She put down her mirror and stared up at him. "What does Spike have to do with this?"

Angel sighed. There was so much to explain. There was so much that Cordelia didn't know. She had no idea that he'd made a deal with the Senior Partners to erase Connor from everyone's memory. She didn't know that Sunnydale was destroyed and that so many people had died in the battle. She didn't know that Faith was missing, and now found, and apparently a wrestler for World Wrestling Entertainment.

Where to start? He groaned and guessed the answer was, at the beginning. Slowly, Angel sat down on the edge of the bed and started to explain to the best of his ability. He started with the destruction of Jasmine, the deal for Connor's life and Angel Investigations taking over the Wolfram & Hart offices. From there, he went to the disappearance of Faith after her coma, the destruction of Sunnydale, and Spike's emergence from the amulet in his office. He rounded the story out with everything they'd just found out, then sat quietly, waiting for her response.

Cordelia just stared at him. She looked down at her mirror, then looked back up to him. "So, you're telling me that Connor doesn't know who we are, my hometown is gone, and we've got a crazy Slayer on the loose who goes out and wrestles on TV every week... and you just managed to find this out?"

"Cordy, come on. Why would I give Spike cable? He gets on my nerves. He keeps taunting me so..." He shrugged. "I punished him."

"And everybody else. Though, I still can't believe that Spike is there and he actually watches that stuff." She shook her head and shuddered. "The idea of Spike around... Can't we get rid of him now? He bugs me."

"I've tried. Believe me, I've tried. Unless Fred can figure out how to make him corporeal again, we're stuck with him."

"Well, Fred's gonna have to get on the ball, then." She swung her legs over the side of the bed and carefully put them on the floor. "You think I'll actually stand up or do you think I'll fall?"

Angel smirked as he stood up and stepped in front of her. "My bet is fall."

She rolled her eyes. "Great way to believe in me, there, Angel."

"I believe in you. I just don't believe in your muscles after a coma."

"Well... We'll just have to see won't we?"

Cordelia stood up... and promptly fell back down. Her knees buckled beneath her and the only thing that kept her from hitting the floor was Angel's arms as they wrapped around her and held her up. She leaned against him and looked into his face. Angel looked down at her and wanted to kiss her so badly, but with everything else so much more important, this wasn't the time to have a talk about the relationship they never got to have. And yet, knowing this, he still couldn't let her go. He still couldn't put her back on the bed and tell her to talk about the vision. He'd gone so long without holding her that he just couldn't let her go.

"She... was being attacked," Cordy said softly. She didn't push away from Angel, and she didn't tell him to let her go. "I couldn't see what it was, but... there was a lot of blood, and there were dead people around her. She was crying. She knelt next to someone, a guy and... she kissed him."

"She kissed him?"

"Soft. Not what we'd imagine Faith doing, but..." She sighed. "She kissed him, then she let whatever it was kill her. It was like, seeing that guy dead, seeing all those people dead... She must have known them, Angel. They must have been her wrestling friends, and with them all dead, she let herself get killed."

Almost reluctantly, Angel lifted Cordelia and sat her back down on the bed. Nothing could kill the mood better than the thought of a dead Slayer, especially one that he felt that he had personally let down. He knew that Giles wasn't going to take this any better than he could, but he was going to have to tell him. It was just hard to believe that Faith could ever be so beaten, in so much despair...

But then, he changed that thought. He remembered when she had tried to get him to kill her. And yet, even then, she hadn't just let it happen. For all of her screaming that she wanted Angel to kill her, Faith had never stopped fighting. If she wanted to die that badly, she would have just stopped fighting. Even her own guilt hadn't been enough to take the fight out of her, so what could have done it this time?

He shook his head and sighed. He had to get to Faith. He had to get to her before something else did. He had to convince her not to do this. He had to stop all of those other people from dying. He had to do something...

"There's something else you need to know." Cordelia's voice broke through his thoughts. She pulled herself back against the pillows and let out a heavy breath. "She doesn't know anything, Angel."

"What?" He blinked in confusion. "What do you mean she doesn't know anything?"

"She doesn't know who she is. Her mind... I felt it in the vision, somehow. I don't know why or how, but..." She sighed. "The Faith that we knew is gone, Angel. Vanished."