Back at Trent's house, Trent sat kneeled down in front of Angel, checking over the mark that was now on her arm. Reaching up, she brushed his hand away and assured, "I'm fine…really. It's just a stupid bruise."

"I know that." Trent told her, "But it must hurt."

"It does, but it's no big deal." She passed her glance up to Jack, "Where is Raimundo?"

"I don't know." He merely shrugged, hating it because she asked about him. Trent stood up and headed to the door, "He was in here on the couch. I'll get him."

"Angel," Kelly stepped forward, "That bastard needs to die. He can't keep doing you this way."

"I know that Kel, but since I didn't stick around to press charges there's not much I can do, or really that I want to do. I'm just tired now, and ready to go home and crawl in bed."

"Who was talking about the cops doing something?" Kelly asked as her eyes shifted away from her friend. Angel knew what she was thinking, but only passed it off with a shake of her head. Kelly turned with a sigh, "I'll be waiting in the car for you when you're ready to go."

"I'll be right there." Angel told her as Raimundo came through the door. He looked across the room at her sitting on one of the empty milk crates, and stepped on over beside Jack and in front of her. A smile absent from his face, he looked down at her, "Are you okay?"

"Yes," she laughed slightly realizing how annoying that question was becoming, "I just wanted to talk to you about something."

"Okay," he nodded, "I'm all ears."

"Uhm…" she passed a nervous gaze up to Jack as she requested, "Alone please."

"Alone?" his head came around and he looked at her. Once again, the jealousy returned and his eyebrows drew downward in disbelief and anger as he waved them on with his hand and walked out the door.

Raimundo watched him go, and then turned back to Angel, "What is it?"

"I just have a question." She looked up at him. He nodded to her as she continued, "What in the hell was that thing you did back there? I mean first you do the jump thing when I almost hit you, and now…wind. Who are you, and what are you? Normal people don't have things like that going on with them."

"Most normal people don't, I know," he smiled as a laugh escaped him, "But I am not really from here am I?"

"What the hell does that mean?" she noticed the glint in his eyes as he said that. He knelt down in front of her, and reached up pushing the hair behind her ear as he stated, "Angel, it's just a gift that I have. To be honest, it's the last thing on my mind right now. When I did that and realized that I saved you from that…guy…" his eyes shifted, "I realized just how my feelings for you are. I know I haven't known you long, but I want to get to know you…if you would allow me to."

"Raimundo," she had to look away, "As flattering as that is…we've already been over this."

"No," he shook his head, "We've been over me wanting to kiss you. This is different."

"My answer is still the same." she told him, focusing her eyes in on her guitar. Reaching out, he placed his fingertips under her chin and turned her face to his as he stated, "Why not? What are you so afraid of? If it's that guy… you don't have to worry about it."

"No," she disagreed, "It's not that at all. It's more complicated than that."

"What? Please tell me."

"Raimundo… I like someone else." She allowed her eyes to follow out the door Jack had gone out of, "And until I find out if I can get this person, I don't want to think of anyone else. You're a great person, but I don't want to cause you unnecessary hurt."

"I see," he allowed his hand to fall limp from her face, "Spicer, you have a thing for him…don't you?"

Angel only sighed as she nodded her head. Raimundo watched her intently as many questions came into his head causing him to ask, "Why? What does he have that I don't, other than weird make-up?"

"Why? Why do you find it so hard to believe that I can have feelings for him?" she shot back. Raimundo only shrugged, "I don't know. I guess because back in our world, he was nothing but the creepy insignificant guy that did nothing but cause trouble for us…however…"

"I don't know him that way." Angel remarked.

"…you don't know him that way." He grinned now as he agreed with her. Coming up, his eyes met with hers and he merely shook his head as he stated, "You know, you really are something else, and this, I think, is why I want to get to know you so bad, but hey," he stood up, "If you say this is what you want…I'll try to understand it, but I really wish you'd give me a chance."

"I could," she stated but her voice then dropped low, "But first I have to give myself a chance."

"Okay then, but for your own sake, I hope you don't see the same side of him that I have."

"I guess I'll deal with that when it comes." She stood up also, "But for now, I think we need to head home. It's only getting later."

"I'll be out in a minute." He agreed as he then walked into the house, closing the door behind him. Angel looked toward the door Jack had gone out, and went over pulling it open stepping out onto the steps that lay outside. Going down them, she looked around for him, but didn't see him even as she came around the house. Going over to the car, she pulled the door open, staring at Kelly there, and asked, "Kel… did you see Jack come this way?"

"Yeah," Kelly nodded and pointed down the street, "But he just kept going. I tried to stop him, but he wouldn't listen to me. What did you say?"

"Nothing…" she felt sadness now, "I didn't say anything. Listen," she grabbed her keys up and handed them over to Kelly, "Take Raimundo to the house, and find yourself a place to sleep also. I'm going to go and find Jack."

"Are you sure?" Kelly asked as she gently took the keys, "I'll wait here for you if you want."

"No," she shook her head, "You go ahead. I'll get a way home."

"Alright," Kelly got up out of the passenger's seat and stood up outside the car with Angel. Silence took over for a moment, but the mood lightened when Kelly leaned in and hugged Angel tightly, "Be careful out there."

"Okay." Angel hugged her back and then after letting go, started off down the street in the direction Jack had gone.

Angel walked along in the quiet of the night, her footsteps being the only thing she heard as she continued down the sidewalk. As she walked, she looked from side to side and in every corner for Jack. Unfortunately, it seemed no matter how much she walked and looked, she couldn't find him anywhere. Guilt began to set in on her as she still pressed forward, and she asked herself, "Why didn't I just let him stay?"

"Because," a voice crackled from behind her, "It's meant for him to leave."

"What?" she spun back, catching sight of something off in the trees beside her, but upon glimpsing at it, Angel's mind was flooded with that of images like she saw in her dreams. In her waking moment though, the images seemed more horrifying than that of a dream, as the street around her began to spin. However, amazingly, she didn't seem to become dizzy at this fact. Scared though, she reached out in front of her, her hand grasping as she called out, "Jack! Where are you!?"

As she did, everything seemed to come to a screeching halt, and as she turned, Angel noticed him across the street on the opposite sidewalk. Her breath stopped for a moment as she saw him, and without hesitation, she darted across the street toward him. As she drew nearer, she reached out to touch his back, but was sent reeling backwards as he screamed at her, "Don't touch me!"

"Jack please!" she pleaded with him, but as he turned, the hate in his eyes caused her to stay in her position, seemingly frozen. As she stood, looking him dead in the eyes, his face twisted to that of a maniacal distortion and he mimicked in a horrid voice, "Jack please!"

"No!" she called out, "Why!?"

"Why?" he returned to her, "WHY!!?" As he screeched the last deafening question, he reached out to her, his hands grasping sadistically, causing Angel to turn and run back down the sidewalk in the direction she had come. As she ran away from the terrible sight, tears streamed from her eyes, but suddenly with a loud thunk, she came to a sudden stop as she was caught by Jack who was now in front of her.

"Noooo!" she screamed out as she beat upon his chest, "Let me go!"

"Angel," he called to her, still holding to her waist, "Angel, what happened!?"

"Jack!" she opened her eyes, seeing the hateful look gone now, and without warning, she collapsed to the ground, heaving and crying. Jack kneeled down beside her, placing his hand upon her shoulder as he asked, "Angel?"

"No," she whispered, "What is happening to me?"

"What happened!?" he became irate with her. Her head snapped up and she quickly looked into his eyes to ensure they didn't glare, and upon seeing the worry there, she simply breathed, "I don't know… I don't know what happened. I was walking…to find you, when I heard this terrible voice behind me. I turned to see what it was, but all I saw was…" she shook her head, "I don't know what it was. Was there even anything there at all?"

"Angel," he leaned down to see her face better, "I think you need to go home and go to bed."

"Where did you go?" she finally began to push the confusion aside.

"I just needed to get away. You said you wanted to talk to wind boy alone…" his eyes fell away from her. Angel's head slowly nodded as she stated, "Yes…I needed to talk to him about that thing he did." She copied his hand movement, "That was really strange."

"That's what you wanted to talk to him about?" Jack cocked an eyebrow, as a shameful feeling began to come over him.

"Yeah," she replied, "I was wondering how he did that."

"I don't know." He took a seat on the sidewalk next to her, allowing his legs to extend out in front of him. Angel, pulled her knees up to her chest, and lay her head down on her arms as she said lowly, "Something just happened to me. Something strange, but… I can't explain it. I was looking for you, and I thought I found you but you were glaring at me. You were so threatening and mean…I ran away. It was almost like one of those dreams, but… I was awake." She closed her eyes.

Jack, though she couldn't see him, smiled happily as he asked, "I was mean in your dream… so mean I scared you away!?"

Angel's eyes popped open and she only stared somberly at him, "Yes," she reminded him, "It was scary… you were scary."

"Oh," he saw the look in her eyes, "And… that's not a good thing?"

"No," she snapped and then raised her head up, "Do you think this is funny?"

Jack realized he had made a mistake and quickly shook his head, "No… I don't think it's funny. It's just… I've always wanted to be so mean I would scare people, but…" he stopped when he noticed how she looked at him, "What?"

"Nothing." She turned her head away and stared down the way toward the area she had just run away from. Jack reached out and tapped her on the shoulder, "Angel?"

"What?" she looked back to him.

"I'm sorry…"

"It's alright," she sighed, "I try to make sense of this, but I just can't see you that horrifying… I mean… you wanted to hurt me."

"Hurt you?" he leaned down, the worry returning to his face, and he frowned, "I could never hurt you, ever."

Finally, Angel smiled for him, "That…makes me feel better."

"Angel?" he asked, his eyes now falling away from her, "Do you… like… uhm… wind boy?"

Angel stifled a laugh, "Wind boy…" she then started laughing a little harder, but quickly it faded as she then looked at him, though his eyes refused to meet with hers, "Raimundo… I could like him, but…"

"But what?" his head came up quickly and he now looked at her. Angel slowly blinked, and a sweet smile formed on her lips as she informed him, "I like you more."

Jack gasped out and suddenly his eyes were unable to move from their current position, which was staring her right in the face. Angel's smile disappeared once again, and she continued, "When we danced… I loved it. I wanted it to stay that way, but…" she thought of Jeremiah and she frowned, "It didn't."

"Why?" he asked almost silently, "Why do you like me?"

"I…I'm not quite sure." She shrugged, "There's just something about you, which makes me seek you out. Every time we've been apart, I have always felt this need to seek you out… to find you. I'm not sure why."

"I heard you calling me just now." He pulled his legs up to him also, "When I heard you calling me, I was trying to find you. I thought you were hurt."

"I was scared… I wanted the real you, not that scary thing I saw. For some reason, every time I dream, you are like that, but each time it gets worse. I wish I knew what was going on." She sighed.

"Last night," he spoke, "I heard you in your sleep. I heard you call to me, but I didn't want to wake you up. I knew you had dreamt of me."

"Why didn't you say something?" she asked.

"I don't know." He shrugged.

"Also… I think you are very attractive." She confessed.

"Wha…" his eyes grew wide as she said that, and he was no longer able to give a response. Angel gave him another sweet smile, "On my reasons for why I like you… I think you are attractive. I love your hair." She reached up and ran her fingers through the ends of his fire red hair. Jack felt a large lump form in his throat as she touched him, but it grew ten times in size as her hand then made it down the side of his face, where it rested for a moment. Closing his eyes, he no longer wanted to try and make sense of the situation, and his hand came up resting on top of hers.

Angel, closed her eyes slightly now leaning in slowly, allowing her mouth to gradually and gently brush against his. Jack could have literally sworn he was shocked when their lips touched one another's, and though he had never really kissed a girl in his whole life, somehow what he was supposed to do came naturally. Gingerly, he allowed his tongue to come out of his mouth, licking at her wet and plump lips. Bringing her other hand up, Angel touched the other side of his face, cradling it there as her mouth fell slightly opened letting his warm, sweet tongue inside of her mouth.

As their lips caressed one another's, Jack could no longer feel his body, and the only thing going through his head was the sensation he was getting from her mouth on his. Softly and sweetly, Angel held on for as long as she could, until their faces parted and they both took a huge breath. Angel's insides were twisted in knots at what had just happened, and the experience of it had been even more than what she had anticipated.

Jack, with a deep sigh, let his head fall back as he seemed to loose control of his body and without warning, he flopped his head over into her lap. Angel stared down at him, his eyes closed and a peaceful look upon his face as she reached up and once again ran her fingers through his hair.

"Jack?" she called softly to him.

"Mmmhmm?" was his reply.

"Are you okay?"

"Mmhmmm." He hummed positively to her. Angel's heart was beating wildly as she softly stroked his hair, but knowing it must be late, she whispered, "We should head back to my house. We can't stay out here all night."

"Why not?" he finally rolled over and looked up at her.

"Kelly's probably waiting on me…I can guarantee it."

"Okay," he kind of pouted up, but shoved himself up and then off the ground, "But…" he reached out and offered her his hands. Angel took them and was shocked as he pulled her up and into him, where he planted another soft sweet kiss upon her mouth. Again he sighed afterwards, and with closed eyes he stated, "Mmm…you taste so good."

"I'm glad I have a pleasing taste." She smiled and then pulled at his arm slightly, and together they started down the sidewalk, headed back to her house.

Within the darkness of the temple, back on the other side of dimensions, Omi sat in the middle of a large room, the only light coming from that of candles. Over the past three days, he and his friends as well as their master, had pondered many ways to find Raimundo, but none of them had proven to show any light. With the Golden Tiger Claws out of the picture, Omi knew he had to come up with different way to travel through dimensions in order to find his friend, but in order to do so, he needed complete and udder concentration. Now, here he sat within the main house of the temple, his legs crossed in a yoga form, his fingertips resting upon one another.

His eyes were lightly closed as he focused his thoughts upon Raimundo. His face, his eyes, his voice, anything that would bring that thought to his mind until he came to the point it felt Raimundo was right in the room with him. From behind the darkness of his closed eyelids, Omi was now standing in a dense darkness, but the area around him was solid. Looking out around him, he didn't see anyone around, but could feel the presence of Raimundo, and he knew the connection at this point was inevitable. Closing his eyes once again, he thought hard of his friend, bringing the presence closer, as he then opened his mouth and with a breeze of a whisper he stated, "Raimundo."

Raimundo sat up from the couch he was sleeping on, and looked around the room befuzzled at what had just taken place. Shaking his head, he now suddenly had the voice of the small monk boy in his mind, and as he reached up rubbing his head, he asked aloud, "Omi?"