Standing outside of a doorway, Angel held a tray with a sandwich and glass of orange juice on it. He looked blankly at the door and knocked. "Hey, Fred? I brought you some food in case you're hungry." He glanced downwards at the doorknob and waited for a response. When nothing happened, Angel added, "It's okay if you don't want to come out, I don't blame you.

Angel sighed deeply and looked down the hallway. A mirror hung on the wall across the hall, but Angel saw no reflection. He expected as much, but when he looked deeper, he saw a quick flash of light. Angel brought his arm over his face, protecting his eyes. He took another glance carefully, and saw the image slightly dulled, but still bright. Squinting, Angel made out the frame of Buffy. She glowed with long, beautiful curls in her hair, and a silky white gown perfectly fit to her body. Angel swallowed hard and clenched his jaw, quickly bringing his attention back to the tray of food. "I'll just leave the food in case you want it later."

Taking another quick glance at Buffy, Angel set the tray of food down on the antique coffee table next to Fred's door. He turned towards the image of Buffy, but kept his head down to avoid looking at her. He took a few steps and suddenly heard a door slam behind him. Angel returned to Fred's door and found the food gone, but in its place, a piece of paper with the words "Thank you" written. Angel continued walking towards Buffy's image, but before he reached it, he turned to go down the stairs.

At the bottom of the stairs and in the hotel lobby, Cordelia and Gunn sat on the couch, obviously conversing. Wesley sat off to the side at the counter, reading a large book. The stairs creaked as Angel approached the floor, and everyone turned their attention to him. Cordelia and Gunn stopped speaking, and Wesley closed his book after marking the page.

With a nervous chuckled, Charles Gunn greeted Angel. "Hey, Big Guy. How you doing?"

Skeptically, Angel replied, "I'm okay… You?"

Gunn nodded and gave Angel a friendly smile. "I'm good."

Returning the gesture, Angel gave Gunn and faint smile and a quick nod. Still, Angel couldn't shake that uneasy feeling. Looking around, Angel saw all the faces in the room staring at him worriedly. He brought his hand to the back of his neck and rubbed it lightly. "Why are you guys looking at me like that?"

Instantly, everyone looked away. Wesley returned to his book and replied as he turned the pages, "No-- No reason."

Looking down as she filed her nails, Cordy added, "But you're doing okay, right?" Without moving her head, she moved her eyes upwards, taking a quick glance at Angel.

"You guys, I promise…" Angel started reassuringly, but was suddenly distracted. His attention flew to Buffy's glowing image again in the distance. She stood directly in the middle of the large two door entrance to the hotel. He kept his eyes on Buffy, but nowhere near any of the others. "I'm doing--"

Busting through Buffy's image and leaving her in a cloud of smoke, Lorne dramatically swung the doors of the entrance open. He whistled the soft tune of "I Will Remember You" by Sarah McLachlan as he waved a thin newspaper above his head in his left hand. "Lookie here! Now they've even got robots fighting demons," Lorne announced as he unfolded the newspaper and handed it to Wesley.

Wesley grabbed the newspaper and asked curiously, "Where did you get this?" He flipped through the newspaper and scanned through the articles. "They have newspapers on demon activity now?"

Shaking his head in disappointment, Lorne gave Wesley a look of disbelief. He quickly came to explain, "It's the Demon Daily Post!" With no reaction from Wesley or the others, Lorne explained further, "It's sold underground-- highly over priced if you ask me-- but I like to catch up with demon pop culture here and there.

With a few folders in hand, Cordelia walked past Wesley and Lorne, heading behind the counter. In the back, she pulled open and drawer and slipped fingered through the files, filing one of the folders. "Maybe we should get a robot on our side." Cordelia turned to face another filing cabinet and proceeded to put her folders away. "It could do all the filing and stuff," she added with a wink to the rest of the gang.

Wesley read over the front page, completely lost in the article. He replied in a monotone voice, "Apparently, this one actually slays." Coming out of his reading trance, Wesley quickly added, "But I think we're doing just find. No need for a robot."

Clearing his throat, Wesley slid the newspaper across the countertop towards Cordy. Cordelia stood at the counter and lifted the newspaper at an angle to read the article. She took one glance at the paper and slammed the newspaper against the counter with her folders on top. "Right!" she exclaimed. "No need."

Angel started to walk over towards the counter where Wesley, Lorne and Cordelia stood. Swiftly, Cordelia snatched the newspaper into her hands, wrinkling it slightly. Shuffling with all her papers, Cordy quickly held the paper behind her back.

"Hey!" Lorne shouted at Cordelia. "I wasn't done with that!"

With a little nudge from his elbow, Wesley commented stiffly, "You're done with it." He turned to Lorne and looked deeply into his eyes, "Trust me."

Taking the hint, Lorne flashed a bright smile and replied, "Gotcha." His smile dropped, and with a touch of disappointment, he threw in, "I'm just dandy."

Watching Angel approach them, Wesley and Cordelia stared with worry. Lorne also glanced in Angel's direction and couldn't help but feel sorry for him also. Angel doesn't notice at first, obviously with other things on his mind. When he takes his eyes off of his feet as he walks, Angel comes to see looks of concern coming from his friends. He held out his hands and shrugged his shoulders and he asked, "What?"

In unison, Cordelia, Wesley, and Lorne quickly answered, "Nothing," and continued what they were doing earlier. Cordy returned to filing, while still hiding the newspaper in her hands. Wesley turned back to his book as Lorne read over his shoulder.

At the other end of the counter, a phone began to ring. Angel being the closest, he turned to retrieve the call. "Angel Investigations…" The rest of the gang turned their attention to watch Angel as they could hear murmurs coming from the other end of the line. "Wait, what?" Angel paused with a furrowed brow and quickly agreed, "Yeah… Okay. We'll be right there." Angel hung up the phone with a loud clank.

Turning around on the couch, Gunn faced Angel. He asked, "We got a job?"

Nodding his head, Angel clenched his jaw and replied, "Let's go to work."

Everyone dropped their current projects to head for the front entrance, Angel leading the pack. Cordelia was the last to join the group as she quickly threw the last filing into the cabinet. Running to catch up, she threw the wrinkled paper onto the countertop. The newspaper had two large pictures in the middle, comparing images. Looking closely, one of the pictures was Buffy Summers in mid slay, the other, the Buffybot with split wires popping out of her head. Above the pictures, in big, bold letters read, "Slayer Slayed."