The front door to Angel's house opened up as Angel and Jack both walked in. Kelly, sat on the couch there, reading over a book she had found, but she quickly looked up when her friend entered. Angel passed a crooked grin to Kelly as she stated, "I somehow knew you would be waiting. Where's Raimundo?" she looked around, now noticing he wasn't anywhere to be seen.

"Well," Kelly stood up, placing the book on a table beside the couch, "He told me he had decided to stay over at Trent's. He said he no longer wanted to be a burden on you, and Trent had offered him to stay, so he took it."

"Okay." Angel nodded, knowing that even despite how she had tried, Raimundo had still gotten his heart broken by her. Passing a smile to her friend, she informed, "I guess if you want to then, you can come and sleep with me and Jack can take the couch."

"Sounds good to me," Kelly nodded, and then stepped away from the couch, motioning toward it for Jack. Angel walked back into the hallway, and got into the closet there where she pulled out some extra blankets. Going back, she laid the covers on the couch as she passed a glance to Jack, "There you go. I guess the couch is yours now."

"Great," Jack stated and then started down the hallway, "But first…the bathroom."

Angel watched him as he disappeared into the first room on the right, and her eyes made their way over to Kelly, who stood just watching her. Angel was a little unnerved by the look her friend was giving her, thus causing her to ask, "What is it Kel?"

"Angel," Kelly grinned, "Is it just me, or is there something in the air here?"

Returning the grin, Angel let out a slight laugh, "Nothing gets past you Kelly. Now come on, let's go fix our bed."

"Okay," she agreed, now smiling huge at the fact she knew she was right.

Within the bathroom, Jack reached into the deep pockets of the pants he wore, and pulled out two items. With a cunning grin, he looked down at the two Shen Gong Wu he now held in his hand, thinking of the moment he had swiped them from Raimundo's pockets while at Trent's house. Letting out a silly little chuckle, he shoved them back into his own pockets and turned to the mirror, staring at his reflection, "Yeah…" he grinned at himself, "I stole the girl and your Shen Gong Wu. Now who's the best?" he wiggled his eyebrows as he answered his own question, "Jack Spicer, heh."

With that, he turned and walked from the bathroom, going back to the couch, but all thoughts seemed to cease in his mind as soon as he saw Angel standing there. Walking on over to the end of the couch, he turned and looked at her and with a grin, stated, "Just can't get enough of ol' Jack Spicer I see."

Angel simply laughed a little at him, "Well, I just wanted to come and see if you were going to be alright out here by yourself."

"Sure," he shrugged, "Why not?"

"Just double checking, and…" going to him, she leaned in and kissed him tenderly on his lips, "To tell you goodnight."

"Heh," he laughed now feeling totally love struck by her again as he squeaked, "Goodnight." He watched her turn to leave, but reached out and gingerly took her wrist in his hand as he asked, "Angel…can't you stay, just a bit longer?"

"Just can't get enough of ol' Angel Catron I see." She teased him as she allowed herself to be pulled back by him. Jack merely got a smug look on his face as he brought her to him and hugged her tightly and asked, "Hug me please."

Leaning in, Angel embraced him but couldn't help but laugh a little as he requested, "Touch my hair…like before."

"Sure," she whispered as she allowed her hand to make its way to his head where she began to run her fingers through his hair. Jack smiled as she did so and then without warning, he fell back on the couch, taking her along with him. Angel, for the very first time in a long time, blushed as she fell upon him. Jack merely laughed out like a child with a new toy, and then lay down resting his head against the soft arm of the couch, allowing Angel to rest beside him, but never once did he let go of her arm, which he held to. Reaching over with her free hand, Angel rubbed more at his head causing him to sigh out as he asked, "Stay with me until I fall asleep?"

"I can try." She merely told him as she continued to delicately run her fingers in his hair. Though his request seemed more like that of a child to it's mother, Angel couldn't help but stay next to him, until his eyes slowly closed and his breathing became light. Once she was sure he was asleep, she leaned in kissing him tenderly on the mouth one last time before opening the blanket and covering him with it. Afterwards, she made a stop by Mark's room, feeling sorrow for not spending more time with him the past few days. Leaning in, she planted a soft kiss upon her son's cheek as she whispered, "Someday Mark, mommy will get her head on straight. I just hope by that time it's not too late. Until then, I'll do my best to care for you. I love you."

Standing back up, she smiled as he stirred a little, but so not to wake him, she turned and left the room, only pulling the door too a little as she then went across the hall into her own room. Kelly looked up from the bed and flashed a grin to her friend, "That was the longest drink of water in history I think."

"You got me Kel." Angel sighed as she went over and took a seat on the opposite side of the bed. Reaching over to a drawer beside the bed, she reached in and pulled out some sleep clothes. Standing, she continued with changing as she explained, "I'm afraid though."

"What of?" Kelly questioned.

"Of falling in love again, it didn't work out for me in the past, and I'm afraid it won't work out now either. It's such a strange circumstance, but damn it Kelly…" she flopped down on the bed, "I feel so strongly for him."

"I know how you feel." She comforted as she thought of past relationships of her own, "I can at least honestly say that."

"He's so innocent though," Angel laughed in a breath, "Definitely a virgin, and maybe that's alluring to me, but…somehow…I feel there's more to it than that."

"Like what?"

"I'm not sure," she shook her head and pulled the covers back, climbing under them, "But I love him Kelly… I do."

"Angel," Kelly also climbed in the bed, "Considering how many times I've ever heard you say that… I believe you. You don't fall easily, but you do fall hard, so… just be careful. That's all I ask."

"Will do," Angel nodded as she laid her head on the pillow, knowing her friend could read her all too well. Reaching up, she flicked the lamp next to her off and within the darkness, she whispered, "Night sis."

"Night," Kelly returned, and then the room grew silent.

Though bone tired, Angel somehow found that sleep was not coming easily to her. She had been tossing and turning all night due to the millions of thoughts that haunted her brain. Lying awake, she stared across the room at the patch of light that shined through the window from the moonlight. Its delicate blue color reminded her of earlier that night, and what happened out on the sidewalk. She had told herself several times that the horrible person she had run into was not Jack, and he seemed to have no recollection of it, but considering it looked and sounded just like him, she often found herself questioning what was real and what was not.

"I could never hurt you, ever." He had told her just earlier, and then Raimundo's words of, "…for your own sake, I hope you don't see the same side of him that I have…" would cross her mind causing her concern. Just how had he been prior to meeting her, and could there be a possibility that he was just hiding it from her. Getting angry with herself, she reached up and hit her own forehead with the butt of her hand as she whispered to herself, "Stop thinking about it Angel. Why do you worry so much?"

"Because," the same raspy voice from earlier that night broke the silence of her room, "You should be worried…you should be very worried."

Angel's head shot around and she now saw, floating above her, an apparition of a purple color, its face appearing to be covered with a mask. Sitting up quickly, she stared at the thing before her and screamed out as she pushed Kelly's shoulder, "Wake up Kel! Please!"

"No use trying girl, you're friend has been indisposed of for the moment. She won't wake no matter how hard you try." The things raspy voice replied. Angel swiftly jumped up from the bed, and backed up to the other side of the room, "What do you want? Are you the one giving me these horrible dreams?"

"Indeed," it hissed at her, "But as you can see even fully awake now, they are no longer dreams, are they?"

"Get out of my head!" Angel screamed, "And get out of my room!" she rushed over and picked up the lamp from the table there and tossed it toward the thing, but her eyes only grew worried as it passed right through and crashed into the wall on the other side. As the vase crushed into a million pieces, the apparition seemed to disappear from sight, and as soon as it did, Kelly sat up in the bed staring across the room at Angel against the far wall.

"Angel," she questioned, "What's going on?"

Angel only gave a shake of her head as she fell to the floor in desperation of wanting to understand what was going on. Kelly quickly got up out of the bed, and while dodging the broken glass from the lamp, she made her way over to her friend, who was clearly scared.

"Angel?" Kelly asked again, "What happened?"

"I don't know Kel…I really don't know what's going on, but these dreams, visions, whatever you want to call them… I have no control over them."

"Dreams?" Kelly remembered, "But I thought you said it was only one. Did you have more?"

Angel merely nodded her head, "Yes, and I can't stop them. I know someone is causing them, but I don't know who it is, or even why they are doing it. I just want it to stop!" she cried out and grabbed her friend in a hug.

"Angel," Kelly pushed her friend out slightly and looked at her, "Does that guy in there know anything about this? Does he know of these dreams?"

"He does." Angel nodded, "He's the one that's usually in them, but…they are no longer dreams. I'm afraid they are now becoming real."

"I think that maybe you should talk to him about it." Kelly suggested, "Maybe he will know something. He obviously is connected to them somehow."

"Not tonight." Angel stood up, "But…tomorrow I will."

"I hope so."

"I will… I promise." Angel stood up fully and made her way back to the bed, "It's too late right now to get into it. We should just head back to bed."

"Are you sure? You seem awfully upset?" Kelly expressed her concern.

"I'll be alright," Angel sighed, wondering herself if she would be. Kelly only agreed with a reluctant nod of her head, and then once again climbed into the bed on the opposite side of Angel. Deciding the lamp could wait until in the morning, Angel lay back down and once again stared at the wall in front of her, wondering if she would ever sleep peacefully again. Eventually, even with the worry and fright on her mind, sleep did find Angel somewhere in the night.

The warmth of morning flowed through the window, casting a different light upon Angel's room than had been the night before. The bright sun in her eyes, however, awoke her as she rubbed them and sat up in the bed. Yawning big, she stretched and then stood up immediately looking toward the area the vase had been, but was confused when she saw the pieces were no longer there. Blinking, she headed out the bedroom door and down the hallway. Once she had reached the living room, she smelled the aroma of something cooking just as Mark came running from the kitchen and grabbed her legs as he shouted out, "Ma! Hi!"

Angel couldn't keep the smile from her face as she looked down at her son, his eyes sparkling with life once again. Reaching down she rubbed the top of his head as he shoved the robot Jack had made at her, "See, Ma, see!"

Reaching out she took it from his hands and looked it over again as she nodded, "Yeah, I see it. Neat huh?"

"Yeah." He agreed in his small voice and then grabbed it back from her hands and as he ran away again, pushed the button on it making the thing spout, "Evil rocks."

Laughing out at it, Angel followed the smell on into the kitchen where she instantly saw Kelly standing before the stove. After just staring a moment, Angel finally spoke, "You should have woke me up Kel…I would have helped you."

"No, it's okay." She shook her head, "You needed your sleep. You had one hell of a night last night."

"Oh," Angel's smile faded as she finally realized what had happened was once again not just a dream, "Yeah. I had thought for some reason since the lamp was picked up it didn't happen, or at least I hoped that."

"Sorry," Kelly felt bad for having gotten her friends hopes up, "I picked it up. Listen, are you sure these dreams really are dreams?"

"Not anymore." Angel shook her head, but turned when from the door Jack's voice spoke up, "Dreams? Are you still having those?"

She glanced upon him in the door, seeming to be more attracted to him in this moment than she could have remembered before. She simply gave him a nod, and looked back at Kelly, who reached out and shoved Angel a little toward him. Angel's eyes stayed on Kelly for a moment, as her friend mouthed, "Go… talk to him."

With this suggestion, Angel turned and walked to the door where she took Jack's arm in her hand and gently pulled him toward the living room. His mouth formed a small O as he turned from the door and followed her, the whole time thinking of what it could be that she wanted. Angel continued forward until she had opened the front door, and stepped out onto the porch. Stepping out behind her, Jack finally asked, "What is it?"

"This dream," she stared off down the street, "that Kelly and I spoke of…" she glanced back to him, "It wasn't a dream. It was real, and it happened last night."

"Yeah," he gave her a nod, "We talked about this…remember?"

"No," she shook her head as she took a seat on the first step of the porch, "Something else happened, even after that."

"Something else?" he felt his insides twist up as she said that, and sluggishly walked over and took a seat next to her. Angel allowed her gaze to wander again as she continued, "Yes…last night…there was something in my room. Do you remember that thing you mentioned to me that night under the tree?"

"Thing?" he shook his head confused as their eyes met once again. Angel nodded to him, unable to remove her eyes from his as she confirmed, "Yeah, the clown face?"

"Oh," his eyes finally shifted away, "Wuya. What about her? She's not here."

"I don't know," she shrugged, still keeping her glance on him, "That thing I saw last night on the street and definitely in my room fit your description of this…Wuya."

"Was it ugly?" he asked. Angel nodded. He placed his finger to his lip, "Did she have a screechy scratchy voice?"

"Yes." Angel confirmed.

"Oh," his lips pursed together as he had a realization, "yep…that would be Wuya? What did she say?"

"She admitted she is the reason I am having these…visions. She didn't say why, but I'm kind of getting the idea that it's for no good." Her glance seemed to press into him, "You wouldn't happen to know anything about it…would you?"

"You wouldn't happen to be accusing me…would you?" his eyes finally came around, meeting with hers, a semi-glare within them. Angel pulled back at his gaze and shook her head, "It was just a question, and after what…" she stopped and shook her head, "Never mind."

"After what?" he felt his heart fall and anger began to well up inside, "After what Raimundo told you, huh?"

"No." she stated, knowing she was lying, "I wasn't going to say that."

"Sure you were," he turned from her and placed his hands upon his knees as he stared out in front of him, "I'm sure he told you all about me, and coming from him…it wasn't good."

"Well, I thought that's what you wanted?" she tried, hating the fact that he was reading her like a book. Jack only stood up off the step and shook his head, "Maybe," he looked down at her, his eyes showing their hurt, "But who's to say that it has to be the only thing I want…anymore."

Angel's heart sank as she realized she had hurt him, and she was suddenly wishing she had just kept those thoughts to herself. Jack took a leap from the step, down to the ground, and then started across the yard. Angel jumped up when she realized he was walking away, and quickly pursued him. Catching up to him, she reached out and touched his arm, "Wait…why are you leaving?"

"Ah," he waved his hand about, "Tension cramps my style. Don't worry," he reached out and gently removed her hand from his arm, though afterwards he still held to it, "I'll be back later."

Angel's heart now ached more as he softly held her hand, and she merely gave a small nod of her head. With a light stroke from his thumb on the back of her hand, he then let her go and continued on down the sidewalk and away from the house. Angel only watched him, hoping she hadn't made a huge mistake as she whispered lowly, "Jack… I'm sorry." Then, she turned and started in the opposite direction.