Everyone crowded around her, worried. He kneeled to her side, and with Angel's help, Cordelia sat up. Everyone watched her intently, trying to see if she'd be alright. Wesley crouched down to her other side, and put a hand on her back for support. "Are you okay?"
Rubbing her head in pain, Cordy replied bitterly, "Surging pain through my head in the form of a vision. I'm just fine."
"What did you see?" Angel asked a little too eagerly as he helped Cordelia to sit on the bed.
"It…" Cordelia struggled as Angel and Wesley placed her on the bed. She rubbed the back of her neck to release some of the tension. "It was Willow. She-she was in pain. She was crying." Cordy looked up to the rest of the group, seeing if her vision made any sense.
Xander quickly reacted to her words and blurted, "We have to find her."
Angel nodded his head in agreement, but something on the floor caught his attention. He stopped to stare at a sunspot on the carpet. He glanced back up at Xander and stated, "There's nothing much I can do now."
Noting the sun's appearance in the window, Spike added, "Guess I'm out too."
"No need," Wesley commented. "I know where she'll be tonight."
Giving Wesley a curious look, Xander asked, "How do you know?"
Wesley picked up the book in which he brought into the room earlier. He held it up, showing that's where he got his information from. "She need a full moon to resurrect Buffy, and that's tonight. She'll be at Buffy's grave."
"Why don't we just end this now?" Gunn asked with an anxious tone.
"If she is how Xander has described her," Wesley began, "there's nothing we can do."
Leaning forward as she spoke, Anya stated, "There has to be something." She looked around at the room full of blank faces. She knew there had to be something more than sitting around and waiting. "Maybe I can curse her or something." They all gave her a strange look, but she continued with ease, "I'm a vengeance demon."
"We know, Anya," Xander butted in with a glum tone. "I don't think cursing people would help."
Taking Xander's comment poorly, Anya muttered under her breath, "It might not help, but it'd be fun…"
Gunn heard her, but ignored it. He looked around and questioned, "So what's the plan?"
Angel cleared his throat and announced, "We head out at sunset. Wesley?" he called out. He waited for Wesley to make his way into Angel's line of sight and continued, "Find out how to stop her. Cordelia, Anya, help Wesley." As they formed their group in the corner of the room, closest to the door, Angel called out again. "Xander, Spike--"
"Hold on a bloody second," Spike interjected. "How did the ponce get to be in charge?"
Xander raised his hand to him. "Cook it, Spike. I don't see you with a plan."
"He doesn't have a plan either!" Spike bit back. "He's just telling people what to do!"
"Listen, Spike," Angel started with a stern tone. "If you have any better ideas, be my guest. But until then, we're gonna get things done my way."
Spike clenched his jaw, nodded towards Angel in a bold manner. He couldn't stand Angel to begin with, and taking commands was not making it any better. "Hey, I got an idea for you: Count me out, because I'm not following the orders of a wanker like you," he stated as he crossed his arms over his chest.
With a shallow sigh, Xander muttered, "And why do we let him stay here?"
"He's nice to look at with his shirt off," Anya answered, a little too openly.
A sickened look on his face, Xander scoffed. "Hello?"
Anya gave Xander a dirty glare to his noises. She could care less what he thought of her, especially after shutting her up so many times already. "It's not like we're together anymore!"
"You know what?" Xander started with anger, "You--"
Clearing her throat, Cordelia stopped Xander from going any further. She then stated simply, "I'm thinking… Back to the plan."
"Oh, yes," Anya commented with a sense of understanding. "You probably know what I'm talking about since you and Xander…" Anya made a suggestive face.
Shocked, Cordelia asked, "Me and Xander what?" It took her a minute, but Cordelia realized what Anya was implying and blurted out, "Eww! I mean, come on! No offense."
Letting it roll off his back, Xander stated, "None take-- Hey!" Xander understood what both of them were talking about and felt he needed to stand up for himself. "I broke up with both of you!"
Before things got too intense, as Angel could tell was going to happen by the looks on everyone's faces, he interrupted. "Let's just figure out how to help Willow!"
Still bitter, Anya threw in one more bit. "Indian tribe never gave me syphilis."
After enjoying the spectacle, Spike smiled and commented, "I'm out of here."
"Spike!" Angel called after him. He turned towards the door to look him in the eye, but spotted Buffy before him. She stood directly between the two, but it only looked like Angel was speaking to Spike. He calmly, and slightly distractedly continued, "We could really sure your help."
"Well, in that case…" Spike let his guard down. He spoke softly, letting Angel's calm voice and sincerity get the best of him. Until he turned around and yelled back to the group, "Sod off!"
Angel followed Spike as he left the room. "You know what?" He marched through Buffy's image, destroying her. "That's fine!" he yelled after Spike. He stomped back into the bedroom and slammed the door behind him.
Trying to ignore the tension in the room, Wesley gathered some books off the shelves and asked, "Anya, Cordelia, would you give me a hand?"
"Sure," Cordelia answered as he took one of his books.
Anya took one of his other books and replied, slightly disappointed, "It no one's taking their shirt off…" She then took a seat next to Cordelia on the bed, and flipped through the pages.
Gunn stood with his hands in his pockets. "What's the plan for the rest of us?"
"We clean," Angel announced. The blank stares of the others made Angel continue. "Maybe Willow left us some clues."
Standing, Xander commented, "That sounds like tons of fun, but maybe I should help with the research."
Angel turned to leave the room, and stated to Xander who stood behind him, "I'm sure Wes won't mind some extra help." Turning the doorknob, Angel stopped and added, "You can sit between Anya and Cordelia," and made his way out into the hallway.
Following him out, Xander took a glance back into the room. He saw Anya reading intently, and Cordelia with a bored look on his face. He turned to the direction Angel was leaving in and called out, "Cleaning it is!"
