Raimundo and Omi were now on the sidewalk just outside Angel's house, Omi seeming fascinated as he followed, "You seem to know this place very well Raimundo. How is that?"

"Nah," he only gave a slight gesture of disagreement, "I just know my way over here, and trust me after meeting Angel… you'll understand why."

"This Angel you speak of, does she have wings? I have always wanted to meet a real angel." Omi piped up. Raimundo only shook his head, "No way, she's a girl… Angel is her name."

"I see." Omi nodded, but followed his friend up and onto the porch, where Raimundo then knocked on the door. After waiting a moment the door finally opened, and Angel's mother stood there. Raimundo, never having come face to face with her before, only gave her a smile as he asked, "I'm sorry to bother you, but is Angel here?"

"She is," her mother stated as she took a step back from the door so to let them in, "But she's back in her room."

"Thank you." He returned to her, as he and Omi then made their way past and down the hallway. Omi looked around the house as Raimundo now knocked on Angel's bedroom door, and after her answer through the wood, Rai opened the door slightly and peeked in.

Angel was laying on her bed, reading over a magazine, but looked up when he entered with the small monk boy right behind him. Keeping her eyes on the two of them, she pushed the pages closed and then shoved herself up off the bed. Standing up now, she looked across the room, "Hey, who's this?" she motioned toward Omi.

"Angel," Raimundo stepped out from in front of his friend, "I want you to meet Omi. He's a friend of mine from our world."

"Omi, huh?" she walked toward them, "I'm Angel." She held her hand down to him. Omi reached out and took her hand in his, giving hers a firm handshake. Angel kept her eyes on him as she stated, "It's nice to meet you."

"Yes," Omi blushed, "It is likewise. Raimundo has told me much about you on our walk over here, and I must agree that you are most beautiful." He gave a meek smile as his face turned redder. Angel only grinned at him as she now passed her glance to Rai, "So where did he come from? Has he been here as long as you two?"

"No," Raimundo only shook his head, "but now that I think of it," he looked down at Omi, "How did you get here? I mean… I can't believe I didn't ask you that."

"Oh yes," Omi nodded, "Well after you disappeared, Kimiko, Clay and I all went back to the temple. With you, you had taken the Golden Tiger Claws, but we knew there must be some way to find you and get you back. For hours we pondered what it was we could do, until Dojo remembered a very special Shen Gong Wu."

"Oh?" Raimundo's eyebrows rose.

"Yes." He nodded, "The Orb of Mimicking."

"The what," his friend seemed confused.

"Indeed," Omi nodded, "I was also much puzzled too upon Dojo mentioning this. However, it would appear that this Shen Gong Wu has the power to mimic the ability of any of the other known Shen Gong Wu."

"What? How can that be? You would think with something like that out here, it would make it the most powerful of them all." Raimundo brought up.

"Yes, we also discussed this." Omi told him, "But as Master Fung said, with any power, there is always a weakness, and with this particular Shen Gong Wu, this was not very far from the truth."

"And?"

"Though this item held much potential, we used it to mimic the Golden Tiger Claws, but in order for me to be able to find you, I had to meditate on your location for days. Not knowing where you were exactly made it very difficult to understand where to go, but upon my mind contacting yours, I then knew I was ready."

"Wait," Raimundo looked at him in disbelief, "That night that I thought I dreamt of you calling my name… that wasn't a dream?"

"Indeed it was not Raimundo. I had meditated for such a long time that, even though dimensions apart, our minds still found one another and connected. When this happened, I used the Orb of Mimicking and came here to this city to find you."

"Wow," Rai blinked, "That's an amazing story, but that still doesn't tell me what the weakness of the Wu was."

"Oh yes," Omi nodded with a smile, "The weakness ended up being the ability to only use the item once. After being used, it was destroyed."

"Aww, man," he seemed disappointed, "And I was hoping to get to use it at some point. Oh well, at least now you're here, and though I'm not sure what good it may do… maybe we can come up with something."

"Yes," Omi agreed, "However, I did not anticipate the Shen Gong Wu to stop working. My plan of coming here and getting the Golden Tiger Claws will no longer be of use, but… I do not think it is just the world we are in that is causing their malfunction."

"Uhm, Raimundo," Angel stepped forward now, "Did you tell him about this Wuya thing being here?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "We think it may have something to do with why our items aren't working, but how we'll find out we just don't know yet. By the way, where is Spicer? I need my Shen Gong Wu back from him."

"Well, he's not here right now. He took a walk earlier. I'm expecting he won't be gone for too much longer, but I can't be positive." She informed them both.

"We must wait for him to get back" Omi said, "Do you mind if we wait here, within your house, for him?"

"I don't care." Angel told him, but she suddenly seemed to just daze out as images once again began to flood her mind. Reaching up, she grabbed hold of her head as she shook it vigorously and immediately fell to her knees. Quickly, Raimundo was at her side, "Angel, what's wrong?"

"Nooo!" she screamed out, "Why is this happening now!?" As her sentence ended, her scene seemed to change and she was once again out on the street, and once again, in the distance she saw Jack. His back was to her and it appeared he didn't even acknowledge her presence there. The area around them seemed quiet and empty, and a chilly breeze filled the air as it slightly rustled the leaves on the trees.

Her fears of what he might be like grew as she neared him, but somehow it didn't seem to stop her from continuing onward in pursuit of him. As she got closer, she reached her hand out to him and called in a soft timid voice, "Jack?"

"What?" He mumbled lowly, refusing to look at her at all. Still reaching out to him, she slightly touched his back as she asked, "Are you alright?"

"Why?" he seemed to grow more agitated with her the closer she got, then as her hand touched his back fully, he came around grabbing her arm in his as he screamed out in a horrifying voice, "WHY!?"

"Nooo!" she wailed out again, as the realization of how he was finally became apparent to her. His grip was strong upon her arm and he squeezed it in a manner that made it seem he wanted it to crush in his grasp. Crying out at the pain in her arm, Angel brought her other arm forward knocking him in the chest and causing him to let go of her finally. With this opportunity, she then turned and started in the opposite direction, now being pursued by him. Once again tears had begun to flow from her eyes as she ran, until her toe caught something on the ground sending her flying forward and onto the earth.

The concrete cut into her knee, even through her pants, causing a stinging cold pain. Her eyes shut tightly, Angel tried to make the pain stop, but upon opening her eyes again she saw the sunshine and the sidewalk outside her house. Realizing now that she had snapped out of the vision, she glanced up in front, her eyes immediately resting upon Jack there on the sidewalk. He stared down at her, his eyes seeming colder and more distant somehow. A chill covered her spine as she looked up at him, and by herself, she stood up off the ground to meet him. Keeping her eyes on his, she explored them for the softness she had seen before, but despite how she searched for it, it couldn't be found. Time seemed to stand still for her, as their glances continued to exchange between one another, and softly her lips questioned, "Jack?"

"Angel," he replied in a calm but sharp tone. On the walk back to her house, he had plenty of time to prepare himself for what he had to do, and decided the best approach would be to not let her know anything at all. Trying to keep the emotion hidden behind his eyes, he struggled for a moment as his glance shifted away from hers. Angel reached out to him, her hand grazing his, but he only jerked it away as he stared at her coldly once again, "I've thought of what you said. You were right to say I shouldn't give up the things I want. The world is important to me, so this is why I've decided to go with Wuya."

"What?" Her body felt as though it grew numb and her heart had the feeling of just taking a long hard fall, "But…"

"No buts…" he reached out and placed his finger to her lips, "This is what I want, and you told me you would understand."

"But… I didn't expect you just to leave me behind." She frowned.

"There's no other way." He shook his head, still seeming calm in the matter, "I have to go." Turning, he started down the sidewalk away from her, but quickly standing she reached out and took his wrist in her hand as she called, "Jack… don't leave me."

"Don't stop me!" he turned quickly and knocked her hand away, "And don't try to follow me!"

"But why!?" she screamed at him as tears fell from her eyes, "At least tell me something!"

"Something!" he yelled out at her, "There is nothing to tell! Wuya needs my help, and I will go with her… there is nothing else. Now go back to your life, and forget I ever existed, I'm sure it won't be too hard!" his expression fell to that of utter seriousness as he stated lowly, "I know I will forget… so can you."

As Angel looked into his deceitful eyes, her sadness and hurt were suddenly taken over by anger, and she felt her hand tightening into that of a fist. With a shake of her head, she came forward, brining her fist up and right into the lower part of his jaw, knocking him backwards. As he fell down on his butt, she stepped over in front of him and screamed out, "You son of bitch! I didn't mean that stuff like that! How can you do this!?"

Jack, now reaching up and rubbing at his chin, could feel the tears welling up in his eyes at how things had turned out, and as he thought of it, he knew his time to get rid of her was ticking down to the last seconds. Squeezing his eyes shut to dam back the tears, he pushed himself up off the ground and looked back at her as he realized and stated aloud, "It's too late to turn back. Wuya is waiting for me."

From her doorstep, Omi and Raimundo both watched the scene unfold, Rai's heart breaking at the thought that he had been right. Omi took a step forward as he stated, "We must stop him Raimundo."

"No," Rai reached down and placed his hand upon Omi's shoulder, "Just let him go. We'll get that Wu back, but right now," his eyes made their way over to Angel who, by now, had broken down on the sidewalk, as Jack slowly disappeared from sight. Omi stood by befuddled as Raimundo then made his way across the yard and out onto the sidewalk where he then knelt down beside Angel, softly wrapping his arms around her.

"Angel," he spoke softly, "I'm so sorry… I thought of anyone you could have changed him, but…"

"Don't," she sobbed lowly, "Don't talk about it. You told me this would happen… so many times you tried to tell me how he was, but," turning she buried her face within his chest as she wailed, "Why didn't I believe you Raimundo!?"

Unable to say anything else, he merely embraced her as she fell apart, hoping more than anything now that he could bring her some kind of comfort, just as she had done for him.

Jack's walk back across town had slowly fallen into a dash as he tried to run away from the awful images that had just taken place. As he ran, he wiped hopelessly at the tears that slid down his face and cried, "I hate you Wuya… I hate you so much for what you've done to me, you and that stupid ugly cat lady."

He continued on until he reached the spot he was supposed to go back too, plopping down on the ground as soon as he came upon it. Crossing his legs in front of him, he buried his face in his hands as he sobbed lowly, "Angel… I'm so sorry."

As his words escaped his mouth, he felt the cold chill of the woman behind him, but refused to turn to her as she approached him. Reaching out, she placed her hand upon his shoulder as she stated in her icy voice, "Come, and return with me."

"Fine," he slapped her hand away as he stood up to face her, "But when we get to where ever you're taking me, I want to be left alone for a while."

"Very well, if mulling in your own losses is the way you like it… I can grant that."

"I hate you." He growled at her as she reached out and grabbed him, and then together the both of them disappeared into nothingness.

Angel sat within her bedroom on the bed, silence surrounding her as she thought of the situation long and hard. The sun, by now, had begun to disappear into the sky, leaving its blanket of darkness upon the city. Staring blankly forward, Angel's mind had totally slipped from reality leaving her in a state of slight hypnosis at the thoughts that would no longer go away. Her legs she held tightly to her chest as she reminisced on the day's events, and her hands were intertwined with one another as she lowly whispered, "It can't be… why would he just leave me like this… why… Jack…"

Her silence was suddenly shattered, however, as a loud knocking on the door echoed into the room, causing her head to come up and her eyes to focus on the wall in front of her. Blinking, she wondered who it might be and called out lowly, "Come in."

As the door crept open, Raimundo's head came around and he stared at her from across the room. A smile was absent from his face, and sadness filled his eyes as he looked at her and asked in a low tone, "Angel… are you alright?"

"Raimundo," she seemed a little shocked to see him, "What are you doing here? I thought for some reason you left hours ago."

"No," he stepped on into the room, "I couldn't. You asked for time alone, but… Angel I know you don't really want to be alone… do you?"

"I don't know," she shook her head, "Sometimes I feel like I do, but then there are times I just want someone to talk to. I don't know how to even begin to understand what happened, it all seemed so… sudden."

"I would be more than willing to listen." He offered himself.

Angel's eyes finally made their way up, meeting with his as she asked, "You mean you would sit and listen to me ramble on about someone you hate?"

"Sure." He shrugged, "Why not?"

"Uhm…" she looked at him matter-of-factly, "Because you hate him."

"I know that." Raimundo agreed, "But…" Going over he stood before her, "I don't hate you. Angel," he sat down on the bed next to her and looked at her face, "I know it seems like a load when I tell you how I feel, but… I really do feel this way. If listening to you unload about Jack Spicer is what will make you happy… I'm willing to do that."

"But…"

"But… nothing." He shook his head, "Please. Just for once give me the trust you put into him, and I can promise that tomorrow I will still be here. I mean you no harm, and never would I, or could I leave you like that."

"Raimundo," she allowed her eyes to fall away from him, but suddenly became unable to finish her sentence. Her eyes now fixated upon his hand that rested on her bed, and her thoughts wandered again back to the sidewalk and the empty look that had been in Jack's eyes. Thoughts of how he had been slipped back into her memories and she once again found her own eyes filling with tears as she sobbed, "I thought he really cared about me, or was I just blind?"

"Maybe blind," Raimundo agreed, "but that doesn't make it bad. I am blind too, to many things… one of those things is you," he frowned allowing his eyes to move away also, "You and the fact that you will never love me like that."

A small gasp escaped Angel's mouth as she now looked up and into his face, all his emotion seeming to show through in this moment. She knew she hadn't been totally oblivious to how he had felt, but all her own emotions had blocked out just how much he did care about her well being. As she watched him now, she began to question everything she had been living for in the past few days and with the simple gesture of placing her hand on his; she caught his attention once again.

"Raimundo… I'm sorry. I…I just need time, but for you to go on thinking you mean nothing to me is unacceptable. I do care for you." She explained.

"I know." He finally looked at her again, "I know you care, but tell me… could you ever love me?"

"Love you," she stared into his deep green eyes as she pondered on his question, the answer having already made it to her mind. Slowly, her head began to nod and she whispered, "Yes… I could."

"That's… all I needed to hear." He breathed lowly and then leaned in pressing his mouth gently to the side of her face. Standing now, he motioned toward the door and asked, "Would it be alright if me and Omi stay here for tonight?"

"Sure," she got up off the bed, "I'll get you some blankets."

"Thank you." He nodded, "And Angel?"

"Yeah." She looked at him as he went to the door.

"I know it might be hard, but if you ever need any help forgetting him… I'm here." He assured her. Angel's eyebrows drew down in a saddened expression as he then continued out the door, and after taking a moment to gather her thoughts, she then followed behind, and to the hall closet.