She went in the revolving door and quickly found the bathroom. She called Chloe from the new phone.

"CTU, O'Brian," there it was again, the bored drone. Jeez, what was she doing over there all day?! Of all of the careers that CTU offered, she was certain now that she was not going to be an analyst.

"It's Angela, have my granddad call me from this number, alright?"

"He's right here now. I'll transfer you over to his station," Chloe seemed pretty eager to get Angela out of her hair. She'd probably had a long day.

Angela was breathless. Finally she could talk to Jack; to her grandfather!

"Yeah," a deep masculine voice answered. It sounded unfortunate to her.

"Uuh…Jack?" Angela didn't know what to say now. Here she was, she could tell him anything, everything. But would he want to hear it? Here on her mission, the only impediment was that she didn't know if her dad or granddad would want to know her. Or maybe it wasn't so much of the matter of them wanting her, but more if she would even want them…probably both.

"Yeah," He was obviously a man of little words.

"I'm Angela. Edmunds. You-your granddaughter…" She stuttered hopelessly. There was something else in his voice. He sounded…unpredictable to any reaction. This frightened her a little.

There was silence on the other end of the line. "Did Kim give you this number?" he finally asked her quietly. Now his tone was soft and nurturing, like love and protection, although rugged around the edges.

"No, she still wouldn't let me talk to you. I-I had to know. If you were really like she says you are. She's depriving me of, not only my dad, but also you. I found Chloe's number and knew she'd be able to help me; she's the one person from CTU that my mom would let me near and…and here I am." She finished. It wasn't totally her image of the way things would go, but it was close enough. She'd wished things would have gone in person that way, she'd know what they looked like. But this was all right with her.

"I figured that. So you're…"

"In San Francisco. At the apartment complex that my dad lives at," she finished off for him.

"Did you run away?"

"I guess you could call it that, except I was planning on going back after I found out the truth. Jack, I'd never tell mom this, but I want to be like you. And my dad. I'd found out everything about your job, what you did. It's…it's what I know I want to do. I've been through karate, black belt…I know the way this stuff works, and…"

At that moment, two men thudded into the women's restroom (talk about ironic) and went for her. She was a bit surprised and confused, but said a quick, "Hold on," into the phone. One attempted to grab her around the waist. She chopped him on the shoulder and kicked him where it hurt. The other man came at her from behind. She did a front flip in the air and kicked him right under the jaw, rendering him unconscious. She'd been told many times that the most vulnerable spot on the body was the neck, but she'd never actually seen the theory in action. The other man made another attempt, apparently recovering from the recent hit, but by that time, she'd reached the door and ran for her life.

"ANGELA?!" Her grandfather began calling her name into the phone. "So he does care," she thought as her legs carried her, farther, farther, farther away from that wretched bathroom.

"Jack, I'm okay, I just got attacked, and one guy is running after me, I managed to knock out the other one. I'm running up to my dad's apartment now. Oh, pray with me that he's home!!"

"Angela, do not take the elevator," Maybe he didn't really understand the part about knowing about those sort of agent things…that or at least underestimated it.

"Did you hear anything I just said?? I know this stuff! If I went up the elevator, he'd meet me at the top. Believe me when I say that I'd be considered a junior field agent." She was out of breath from running up the stairs, right up to the fifth floor and on to room 520. Her bag was swinging and hitting her leg, therefore getting very annoying, but that didn't stop her any.

She banged as hard as she could on the door until it opened, and she basically fell in, and forced the door shut.

"You there?" Jack's voice on the other line was hard to concentrate on at the sight that beamed triumphantly before her.

There, right in front of her, so close that she could feel his breath, was the madman who had been chasing her around the apartment building.