"SPIKE!" yelled Angel. "God," he muttered. "I turn my back for one second and he's..." Angel turned and saw a taxi driving away with a passenger, who had a head of blonde hair. "Already making a run for it!" Angel hailed a cab and when one pulled up he hopped in.

"Follow that cab!" he said, pointing to the one with Spike in it. Soon afterwards however Spike turned around and saw Angel in the cab behind him. He said something that, to Angel who read his lips, was to the affect of "I'm never going to get rid of the Great Poof am I?" Spike's cab soon stopped and Angel's did too. Luckily Angel had some money on him and so did Spike. They paid their cabbies and faced each other on the sidewalk.

"What're you doing?" asked Angel like he was lecturing a child.

"Who are you my bloody father?" shot back Spike. Angel just looked at him. "Ah… well yeah I guess you are in a sense..."

"Spike," said Angel. "You don't get it. We have to stick together."

"Why? We're finally free of being bloodsucking demons but you still want us to play chums. Bugger that!" shot Spike and he started to walk off but Angel grabbed him and spun him around.

"Where are you going to go Spike?" asked Angel. "You've got no money and no plan. If you want to go and have your reward turn into a burden then go. Or you can stick with me and make something of your life."

"Fine," said Spike turning around. "I'll go with you. But the moment I can I'm gone."

"Good," said Angel. He looked at Spike. "You getting hungry?"

Soon Spike and Angel were seated in a restaurant in uptown LA.

"Bloody hell," muttered Spike, staring at his menu. "Look at all this stuff. Spaghetti, chicken tenders… it's amazing."

"Get the chicken tenders with an order of fries," said Angel. "Connor said they were delicious."

At the mention of Angel's son Spike looked up. "Are you gonna tell him?" asked Spike. "You gonna tell him we wasted the Big Bads of Wolfram& Hart and are now red blooded humans?"

"I don't know Spike," said Angel setting down his menu. "I mean he had a good life ahead of him and I don't want to interfere."

"I understand," said Spike as the waitress came.

"Can I take your order sir?" she said eyeing Spike.

"You sure can doll," he said. "What time do you.. OOFF!" Angel had kicked him under the table. "Yeah I'll have the chicken tenders, five piece."

"I'll have the spaghetti," said Angel. "And some chicken tenders."

"Yeah," said Spike. "Give me some spaghetti too…"

"I'll have an order of roast beef too." said Angel.

"Me too." Responded Spike as the waitress wrote frantically. "And an order of…" Soon the duo had ordered half the menu and every drink. Twenty minutes later their feast came. Spike and Angel looked at each other, nodded, and dug in. Spike grabbed a handful of shrimp and shoved them into his mouth.

"Oh my God…" he said with his mouth full and his eyes wide. "Food! I've forgotten how good it tastes."

"Oh let me try some." said Angel grabbing some while Spike was shoveling spaghetti into his mouth.

Spike picked up a bottle of Miller Light and raised it. "To life!" he said. Angel picked up his own bottle and they clinked bottles and each took a swig. There eyes lit up at how sweet the beer tasted.

"I love being alive!" they both shouted at the same time and then continued their feast. After an hour of stuffing their faces the two were stuffed and a little queasy.

"That was…burp…good." said Spike.

"It tastes so full, so real." said Angel.

"Tastes so much better when you're alive."

"Wow," said the waitress upon her return. "You two were really hunry."

"Felt like a hundred years since we ate real food." Said Angel and both he and Spike burst out laughing.

"Here's your bill then," she said, placing it down. "Have a good day."

Angel picked it up and looked at the total. "Wow," he said. "Three hundred and forty-two dollars and seventy-eight cents."

"That's a bit much," said Spike. "I remember when a few pounds got you a three course meal a bottle and then the change could get you a nice whore afterwards."

"Does everything with you have to involve sex?" said Angel but then he held up a hand. "Don't answer that." Angel pulled out his wallet and produced four one-hundred dollar bills and the two walked to the register.

"Where do you get all that money anyway?" asked Spike as the walked down the streets of LA.

"Come on Spike," he said. "I was the CEO of Wolfram& Hart. I have a savings account opened with a balance of nearly a million dollars so the money situations good."

"Okay so were two rich and handsome devils in the City of Angels wearing clothes that smell like death? I say we get some new threads."

"So be it," said Angel. "We've still got a few hours till the sun goes down. Let's go."

A few minutes later Spike and Angel were in a men's clothing store. They were across from each other in separate dressing rooms. Angel dressed with his new ensemble first. He was wearing a checkered blue button up shirt with a pair of blue jeans and black boots. He stepped out and stared in a mirror. He stopped for a second at the mirror and saw himself staring back at him. He placed his hand on the mirror and touched it.

"You know mate," said Spike from behind him. "If you and the mirror need to be alone…"

"It's weird," Angel said. "For two hundred and fifty years I've looked into mirrors and seen nothing but now I see myself. It's amazing."

"You do look nice," said Spike. "The blue looks good on you."

"What're you wearing?" asked Angel as he turned around to see Spike in black pants and boots, a red button up shirt, a black tee-shirt under it with his leather duster draped over it all. "You can buy anything in the store and you choose the same stuff you wore for the last what thirty years?"

"Yeah," said Spike observing his clothes. "You're point?"

"Never mind."

Angel and Spike walked out of the door both carrying bags of clothing. Angel's had a few pairs of jeans and several button up shirts and a few tee shirts all with a variety of colors. Spikes had black pants black tee shirts and two red button up shirts.

"Really original Spike." said Angel.

"What?" he said. "You upset because I'm not turning into a freakin' rainbow?"

Angel ignored him and kept walking, Spike followed and soon the pair were standing in front of the Hyperion.

"What's this place?" asked Spike.

"It was home…" said Angel. "For so long."

"The Hyperion Hotel…"