I was beginning to think you weren't going to write anymore. I mean, I know I'm not the poster child for timely correspondence, but still … almost a whole month had gone by and … nothing. I didn't know if you had gotten staked or if you were just out getting more kittens for poker night (Angel told me all about it). And by the way, kitten poker? That's ridiculous, even for you.

And yes, Angel knows about the chip. He doesn't think it really counts. I do, though. I mean, as long as you realize that what you can't do is wrong, I don't see why it shouldn't.

And as I said, there is no front. What people see is what people get. And what I get are mind-numbing, head-splitting, eyeball-melting vision headaches. Tell me what I saw in order to get them, because I would un-see it in a heartbeat.

The thing is … they're getting worse. And I have no clue how to tell Wesley and Angel. Every time I even think about talking to either of the two boneheads, something happens. First, a war from another dimension made its way onto our turf (and let me tell you – they care for no one but themselves. Wesley and I could have died!), and then this little kid that got possessed by a fully grown Ethros demon. Have you ever seen a fully grown Ethros demon? Well … neither have I, but Angel says it was taller than him! But that wasn't all: it turns out, the little kid was the menace all along – and no, his name wasn't Dennis. He ended up setting his house on fire, and the fire department says that the fire originated in his little sister's bedroom. What kind of messed up does anyone have to be, let alone a kid, to purposely set their own house on fire?

After that, cop lady's dad died. He got mixed up in some shady business dealings with an evil law firm called Wolfram and Hart – have I mentioned them before? They're evil. Anyway, long story short: her dad died, she caught Angel there, and now she hates him. The fact that he can't make her see reason made him brood a little more when it first happened, but recently, I think it's just pissing him off. You know the saying, "It's better to be pissed off than pissed on?" Well, I think he's feeling a little of both at the moment...

The last thing that's happened here was that Angel got tricked and captured. Well, we all got tricked, but he was the only one who got captured. The jerks that trapped him were in charge of this underground demon fighting ring – you make twenty-one kills, you're set free. You can imagine how well that sat with Angel. Wesley and I ended up sneaking in (semi-legitimately) and getting our hands (my hands) on one of the bracelet things they were using to keep everyone from escaping. After a little maneuvering and a lot of guesswork, the two of us finally figured out how to open the damn things.

Ever since then, Angel's kind of gone back to his "sit in the dark and mope and brood" gig. Right now, in fact, he's sitting in his office and … smiling? That's not brooding. He should be brooding.

I have to go find out why he's not brooding.

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A/N: So, a little shameless self-promoting isn't a bad thing. The very end is a tie-in to my story The Ring, which is posted on my profile.

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