The decision had been made. Angel, Wesley and Willow would stay during the show, then the second it was over, they were going out to patrol. They still hadn't told Faith everything in Cordelia's vision, and they didn't plan to do so. If she knew what would happen, she might run again, and that was the last thing anyone wanted. Giles and Angel weren't too sure about letting her stay behind and be a WWE diva, as well as a Slayer, but for the moment, that was on the back burner. The first order of business was just to keep her alive.

When the show was over, everyone parted. Faith watched the trio drive away in a rental car and almost wished that she could remember them. She knew their faces, she knew some of their stories. She knew that Willow's lover had been killed. She knew that Giles wanted to be everyone's father figure. She knew that Angel was the only person she had trusted in her previous life. However, she didn't have any feelings of recognition. It was all just a mass of facts, as though she had learned and memorized them for school, but it didn't really involve her.

The ride to the hotel was relatively quiet. Faith thought about everything she had tried to accomplish. She had done her best to impress on everyone that going out wasn't a good thing tonight without being too obvious, but it wasn't working. Some people were just going to go out there and do what they wanted. The only others besides her own inner circle that she knew would be safe inside were William Regal and Eugene. She had never been so grateful for the influence of strangers as she was then. If something happened to Eugene... At least Giles had been there, because otherwise, she'd have never told Regal that she killed vampires.

As they pulled up to the front of the hotel, Faith looked at the doors and instantly got the feeling that something was wrong. The night seemed to be the darkest that she could remember. Even the stars were hiding from the danger behind thick black clouds. At the hotel, she almost felt even less safe going inside.

The door opened and she hesitated. Dave nudged her and she turned. "Uh... yeah, I think we should just go straight to the airport."

"What the hell?" Hunter growled. "First it's stay at the hotel. Then it's go to the airport? Make up your mind, woman."

"How about you kiss my ass, huh?" Faith rolled her eyes. "Something just feels wrong with this place. Something... I don't know."

"Look, we can't even get a flight out of here tonight. I'm pissed off at those assholes for daring to come into my goddamned locker room and tell me what the fuck they're gonna do with members of my elite fucking group. Get out of the goddamned car so we can go upstairs."

"H!" Dave looked at him and glared. "We're all pissed, but don't take it out on Faith. We don't need to be fighting each other. We need to figure out what we're gonna do when they come back. Keeping Faith here is more important than your damned attitude."

Before Hunter could respond, Ric said, "Both of you stop. The danger's supposed to be out there. Not in here."

Stephanie sighed and slouched down in her seat. "Well..." She looked around the car. Randy and Trish were trying to stay out of the argument, probably because if they started fighting they wouldn't do anything else that night, and Stephanie really didn't want the drama of Randy showing up at their door because Trish had kicked him out again. "...if we really need to leave, I guess I could put a call in and have the company jet waiting."

"But it's still got to get here," Hunter said, "and I'm not sitting in the limo all night long because she's paranoid."

Faith shook her head and groaned. Was she just being paranoid? She had been sensing things all night long. Just the idea of being in that city had been enough to make her worried, but Giles, Angel and Willow showing up with their news pushed that concern straight to paranoia.

"He's right," she said with a groan. She didn't know what was worse. The paranoia or admitting that Hunter was right. "We can't just sit here all night. Yeah, the jet's a good idea but... I'm being paranoid. I thought a vampire was in the front row of the crowd, and I was just sensing Angel two rows behind him. My senses are all out of whack. Steph, call the jet and until then... we'll just stay here."

Faith got out of the car and walked up to the door. The doorman held the glass door open and she hesitated again. It was just a hotel. She didn't know why she was so worried about going inside. Had something bad happened to her inside of a hotel in the past? Was this just her paranoia or was it a memory of some sort? Or... Hell, she didn't know. She just knew that she was tired and wary, and feeling a little guilty that she wasn't outside trying to find whatever was so dangerous that they had to stay holed inside for the night.

"Fuck it," she muttered. Slowly, she crossed the hotel's threshold. The second her foot passed over the line, she shuddered. Something felt evil inside. Not just wrong, but truly evil. She thought that maybe the hotel wasn't the safest place, but there was nowhere else for them to go. Were they going to drive around the city all night, waiting for the call from the airport? Not likely.

Dave bumped her back and she turned towards him. "Maybe... maybe I should patrol the hotel," she said to him. "Just a once over to make sure it's okay."

"Or maybe you should go upstairs, get undressed, and get on me." He winked at her and she couldn't help the humorous smirk that spread across her lips. Dave touched her face with his fingertips. "You said the hotel would be safe."

"I know."

"So is it?"

"I... I don't know."

"We can't keep running from everything. We're the end of your running and whatever it is..." He shrugged. "You can handle it."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because..." He knelt down and whispered in hear ear. "You're the Slayer. You're a WWE diva. You're part of Evolution. You can do anything."

Faith shivered as his breath passed her ear. She wasn't sure if she truly believed him or if she was just so turned on in that moment that she didn't want anything to be wrong. Whatever the reason. She took a step back and turned towards the reception desk. She was the Slayer. She could do anything. If danger arose, she would take care of it, but for the moment, she had something a little more important to take care of. Namely, the desire that had started to well up inside of her from just a simple whisper.