A/N: Yeah. That ending was kind of a cliffie. Sorry. I'm loaded up on Dr. Pepper…sorry if it's weird.

Note: italics equal thought

At the Hyperion

Cordelia's reaction to Willow's news was out of character for the ex-cheerleader. She laughed. When Willow seemed taken aback by her reaction, Cordelia explained. "Our Angel is back in 1998, while the Angel sitting in front of me doesn't even remember getting groiny with Buffy and losing his soul. The reason I am laughing is that….this is the irony that is our life."

Willow stared at Cordelia. Then she laughed. "You're right…" she choked out. "The fact that this is normal for us…is funny!"

Angel, by this time, had left. He sneaked past Willow and Cordelia and went out the double doors of the hotel. He didn't know what had really happened, but he did know one thing. He had to find Buffy. Wherever she is, she'll make it right.

Discovering that he was in Los Angeles, Angel made his way to the bus station. He had visited L.A. before, but he didn't think about that too long. He walked up to the clerk who was unfortunate enough to have the job of selling tickets.

"One way ticket to Sunnydale," he said. The man stared at Angel for a second, then handed him a ticket.

Angel reached in his pocket to hand the money to him, but he paused when he saw the look on the man's face. It looked as if the man had seen Hannibal Lecter, Freddy Krueger, and Jason, all standing behind Angel. Therefore, Angel turned around.

To his bewilderment, the only thing or person behind him was a boy about seventeen or eighteen. He had medium brown hair, which appeared to be a bowl cut. His eyes were just as dark, and full of anger. Angel didn't care about any of that. He just wanted to get to Buffy. He smiled at the kid, even though it had no warmth to it. "Excuse me," he said, making to walk past him.

Connor frowned. It was as if Angel didn't recognize him. He sidestepped back in front of Angel to block his path.

Angel's smile turned icy. "Excuse me," he repeated more commandingly.

When Connor once again refused, Angel had to resort to force. "Look, kid," he began. "I don't wanna hurt you; I just wanna go to Sunnydale. Now step aside."

Connor frowned. "Why do you want to go there?" he blurted.

Angel scowled. "It's really none of your business," he growled. In the blink of an eye, he was past Connor and on the bus.

I think this calls for a visit to the hotel, Connor thought.

From a distance, a certain lawyer was smiling to herself. The bosses are gonna like this, Lilah Morgan thought wickedly.

A/N: Sorry this is so short. Apparently my muse is still on vacation in the Bahamas. Drat. Well, at least it's something! What do ya think? R&R, please! How else shall I retain my beauty for all of eternity? Um…ignore that. Anyway, I have to read Frankenstein for English. Farewell, dear readers!!!
PS- I don't own Hannibal Lecter, Freddy Krueger, or Jason.