"Everybody's dead?"

"Yes, Andrew, everybody's dead."

"What, everybody?"

Connor sighed. "Everybody. Except me and Angel. And, well, Wesley, sort of."

"What, Spike?"

Kennedy smacked Andrew in the back of the head. "So help me, I'm taking away your Red Dwarf DVDs when we get back, and I'm going to put them through the shredder."

Andrew whimpered. "You're mean. I lost a very dear friend, you know."

"Spike couldn't stand you," Kennedy smirked.

"You wouldn't understand our relationship," Andrew insisted. "We were like Angel and Wes! Lister and Rimmer! Starsky and Hutch! We were kindred spirits!"

"Kindred -? Why, 'cause you were both dorky little twits who died virgins?"

"I didn't -"

"Say the word, little man, I can make it happen."

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Wesley was sitting on Angel's bed, his back against the headboard, wearing the clothes he died in.

"Wes," Angel said gently. "You remember Willow."

Willow smiled and waved. "Hey Wes. I hear you're feelin' kinda out of sorts."

Wesley looked up and replied wryly, "I'm dead, Willow. That's bound to leave one feeling out of sorts, wouldn't you say?"

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"No more goddamned Yahtzee!" Kennedy exclaimed, standing up from the sofa. "I'm gonna go check on Willow."

Connor put out a hand to stop her. "I don't think that's such a good idea. Dad said it might not be pretty."

"Yeah, all right," she sighed, sitting back down.

"I'm bored," Andrew whined.

"We know," Kennedy and Connor chorused.

"Is there anything on TV?"

Connor gaped at him. "Half of L.A. is just... missing, and you think there's cable service? There's a charred dragon corpse rotting in the middle of the freeway."

"Yeah, good job on that, by the way," Kennedy said. "You and your dad seem to make a pretty good team."

"When we're not trying to kill each other, yeah."

"My dad never helped me kill anything," Andrew butted in. "But my brother inspired me to summon demons."

Kennedy looked at Connor. "Does your dad keep duct tape handy?"

"Dad?" Connor said, standing up.

Kennedy and Andrew turned to see Angel looking pleased. "He's gonna be okay," he announced, as though everyone's world hung on it the way his did.

"He's fractured," Willow said. "Babe, I need you to take Andrew out and find a few ingredients for me."

"No problem, Will." Kennedy smiled.

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Sure, Connor, you know L.A. a little better than they do - you might be able to help them find things." Willow said. "I'm going to get started on some incantations, Angel, if you could sit with him, maybe get him to eat some more? The stronger he is, the smoother this will go." She looked at Angel for a minute. "Why don't you go on in there while I give them their instructions."

Angel nodded, not really knowing what else to do besides what Willow said to do.

"Connor," Willow said, once she was sure Angel was out of the admittedly considerable earshot. "After you get back, I'm going to need you and Kennedy to hold your dad back once I start, okay? It's gonna be pretty painful for Wes, and Angel's gonna want to stop me from hurting him. If he does... just, there could be badness."