Late in the night, though her mind was so restless, Angel somehow found that sleep came to her easier than she could have ever thought. As she slumbered, however, images of that day's events came to her mind once again. The sky was darker than it had been, but she stood in the same spot on her sidewalk she had when Jack had told her goodbye. Shivering, she knew what was to come as she now looked upon his back there, but despite how she knew what was to come, she continued forward until her hand rested upon his back.

"Jack," she called lowly to him.

"What?" he returned as she now felt that he too shivered. Keeping her hand in its place, she simply lowered her eyes and kept her silence. She wanted to believe that he wasn't about to snap on her, but at the same time she still had her doubts as she realized it must be dream. His shivers intensified as he stood there, his back bent as he was doubled over, and slowly Angel's hand lifted from him and she took a step back.

As if in slow motion, Jack now turned to her, but to her own surprise the look in his eyes reminded her of the softness he had once given to her. Her eyebrows drew down in sorrow as she looked upon his face, and with all focus on her mouth, she called lowly, "Why?"

"Why?" he asked as he seemed to have no recollection of what had taken place. Angel only stared at him confused, wondering why it was he didn't understand what she was talking about. Jack's eyes stayed focused upon her, his head shaking back and forth in a disagreeing manner. She watched him as he then reached up and placed his fingertip to her lips, "Why?"

Everything around them seemed to disappear as his soft finger rested upon her mouth, until they were surrounded by nothing but darkness. A light seemed to illuminate around them though, making them visible to only one another. Still, Jack's head shook as his finger held its place and he asked in a soft voice, "Why didn't you see it?"

"What," she spoke through his finger, almost afraid to move it, "What do you mean?"

"Leave me alone!" he shrieked out as his hands then flew to his head and he fell to his knees. Angel took another step back as he then seemed to transform before her very eyes and the glare that she had seen so many times before returned. As she stared into his hideous looking eyes, Angel then opened her mouth and screamed out, "Noo!"

"You can't escape me!" he growled and then grasped at her, but just missed as she then turned and darted down the sidewalk toward the safety of her house.

Jack's eyes flew open, and he looked around the room he now lay in and stared at the ceiling for a moment. He shook at what he had just seen during his slumber, and as the shivers intensified, he sat up on the bed wrapping his arms around him. For the first time since he had left he realized he had forgotten his jacket and let out a deep sigh. As his arms fell to his sides, his head dropped also causing his eyes to rest upon the floor.

"Angel," he stated lowly with remorse.

"Yes," said the cold voice from the darkness of the corner of the room, "seems even though you are here you still wish to keep in touch in your dreams."

Jack jumped up off the bed and glared toward the woman there, his eyes showing his hatred for her as he stated, "I thought I said I wanted to be left alone!"

"Indeed you do," she nodded and started toward him, "but…" as she reached him, she brought her hand out and grabbed hold of his face, "I can't have you contacting your little girlfriend… even in your sleep. I had to disturb that dream for my own sake."

"Wait," he pulled his face from her grasp, "You're the one…" he shook his head, "but Wuya told me that she was the one causing those dreams."

"Of course," she let out a low but cynical chuckle, "I couldn't let you know of me… at that time. However, now is a different story."

"But the dreams," he remembered the times Angel had mentioned the dreams and the time he had witnessed first hand how they affected her, "They weren't mine… why now…"

"Hmmm… it would seem your staying in my place is having its effect on you." She simply walked over and readjusted something on the nightstand, "There is much power surrounding you right now, and when you sleep… your mind is more open to it than in your waking hours."

"Meaning?" he cocked an eyebrow and stared at her confused.

"Meaning, dear Jack," she laughed out and spun back to him, "You'll just have to figure it out on your own. I wouldn't want to go giving you any ideas."

"Ideas," he huffed, "Ideas are all I have left now."

"Perhaps, but sometimes… ideas… come out." She gestured with her hand.

"Stop talking in riddles!" he demanded of her, "What do you want with me anyway!? You have everything you need, so why drag me into it!?"

"On the contrary… I don't have everything I need. I mean yes," she held her palm out causing a light to light up within it, and after it faded, a black stone lay there in her palm, "I have power, but it's not everything I need. Everything does not come, that is, without you." She grinned maliciously.

Jack's eyes grew round and he gulped slightly as her fingernails now reached out and dug themselves deep into the skin of his arm. Squinting with pain, he found her grasp to be unnatural as she continued, "You are more unique than you could ever imagine. You are more than just a mere boy with a knack for robots, yes…" she nodded her head, "You are my gateway. Your albino skin and red pigmented eyes make you just the individual I need to carry through with my plans."

"Wha…" he stared up at her, fear finally taking him over as he stared into her orb like eyes, "What plans?"

"Sacrifice!" she called out as she flung him back onto the bed. Once her grasp had let go of his arm, he reached over and held to it as it still throbbed, the marks from her fingernails now oozing slightly with blood. Leaning down, she ran her finger over one of the cuts she had made within his skin, smearing the blood as she wickedly stated, "Your blood is pure… and thus the blood of the pure will shed, and with it the door way will open." She seemed to recite.

"Door way?" he looked to the door, "Now wait a minute lady… what are you talking about? I just saw you come in that door a while ago, so don't tell me it won't open."

"Haha," she sarcastically laughed, "You are a funny one, but if I were you I would not find it so funny. Your life is on the line dear Jack, and time is ticking down to the moment you will sacrifice yourself."

"Sacrifice myself!?" he laughed out, "You have got to be kidding!"

"I am not," she grew aggravated with his taunting, "And if you only knew what lay ahead in the future… you would not be laughing."

"Yeah well," he turned his back on her and crossed his arms, "Send Wuya in here… I want to talk to her."

"Very well," she grinned once again and then exited the room. Jack, more worried inside than he showed, took a seat on the bed once again as he ran his fingers over the wounds on his arm now. He thought of everything the strange woman had just told him, but despite how he tried to make sense of it, nothing would come to him. There was most certainly nothing special about him, at least that he saw, how could anyone else think that? His thoughts were once again distracted though as the door opened once again and Wuya came into the room.

Jack's eyes about fell from their sockets, and his mouth fell open as Wuya now stood before him in her flesh form. Slowly, he stood up from the bed, keeping his eyes on her as she approached him. Reaching out, she slapped the bottom of his jaw with her hand and smirked, "Stop gawking Jack… it's embarrassing."

After another moment of silence, the scowl finally returned to his face and he called out, "Wuya! How!?

"Catterina did it. You didn't honestly think I would remain in that ghost form forever now did you?" she smiled at him.

"To be honest, I really didn't care." He retorted, "Besides… you teamed up with her?"

"Well," Wuya grinned, "Yes I did. I wasn't too sure how it would go over at first, but I must say now that I am very pleased with the outcome." She turned now taking a glance down at herself. Jack only raised an eyebrow and then continued, "Yeah, uh-huh, very nice and all, but what exactly did you do for her to grant you something like… your human form back?"

"Oh," Wuya laughed, "I have more than just my human form," she reached out and flipped him on the end of the nose, causing him to fly backwards and into the wall, "I also have my powers."

Jack, feeling disheveled now, stood up, "Okay… no need to demonstrate on me! Now just tell me Wuya!"

"Oh, poo, you're such a party pooper, but very well." She went over and leaned into his face as she pinched his cheek, "I gave her the gift of you Jack."

"What!?" he came up quickly, his head hitting her in the bottom of the chin. He grabbed at the top of his head as it throbbed, but immediately stuck his finger out in a point, "You sold me out!?"

"I had no choice, besides, I'd say it was well worth it." She once again boasted her new body, "On top of that, she also agreed to deliver to me, all of the Shen Gong Wu."

"Yeah well," he scowled at her, "Have fun with something that doesn't even work anymore."

"What!?" she turned back to him, "What do you mean!?"

"You got suckered Wuya," he puffed up kinda proud, "Those Shen Gong Wu don't even work here, so I guess you'll just have to go with your…" he rolled his eyes, "Powers."

"Or do I?" she cunningly looked at him, "Who ever said I have plans on staying here?"

"You're leaving? How?"

"Catterina will send me." She informed him.

"Catterina will send me," he mimicked her as he made a talking mouth out of his hand. Then quickly his arm went to his side and he jumped grabbing hold of her legs, "Take me with you! I don't want to stay here with this scary lady!"

"Jack," she worked to free herself from him, "That would defeat the whole purpose of all of this. If I were to take you with me… nothing would be resolved. Now," she reached down and pushed on top his head as she then managed to free her legs, "Stop groveling… I have to go."

"Yeah well," he stood up once again, and crossed his arms, "Since Omi's here… I hope he finds a way to stop you, and ugly cat."

Wuya looked at him surprised, "Really? Omi's here?"

"Yeah," Jack nodded, "I saw the cheese ball when I…" he stopped in mid-sentence when he realized what he was about to say. All expression left his face as Angel once again flooded his mind, and a frown quickly took over his mouth. Going over, he sat back down on the bed and shook his head, "Never mind… just leave."

Wuya watched him for a moment, but without another word she eventually turned and left the room. Jack flopped back on the bed now haunted with the images of the face he knew he would never be able to forget.