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"Where am I?" He looked around the room. IThis looks like my old flat. Why am I her../I He was cut off by a mind splitting vision. Flashes of three men and a woman in an old hotel. "Angel?" He was confused. "Cordy?" He knew there two but who were the others? A young black man with a shaved head and baggy cloths and a nerdy looking englishman with glasses.

"Made some new friends while I was gone. Well I hope you still have room for.."

"Chocholate cake." Cordy walked into the dining room with a huge chocholate mint carmal cake.

"Wow that lookes splendid. Did you make it?" Wesley, who had just then developed a sweet tooth, eyed the cake hungrily. Cordy thought about her response.

"Honest answer? No I bought it at Nicoles desserts."

Angel stared at the cake. He could have a piece, but it would take three painful days of digestion. iWhat the hell. How often do you get cake around here?/I "Let me help you." Gunn took the knife from Cordy and cut out four big slices.

"One for Wes, one for Cordy, one for me, and.." He looked at Angel.

"And one for me." Angel took his piece of cake. Wesley was about to compliment Cordelia on a wonderful choice when she fell forward with the force of her vision. "No." She slowly sat up with Wesleys help.

"What did you see?"

"Doyle," she said, looking depressed and overjoyed," he's alive. And he took the visions back." Angel stood up.

"Where can we find him?"

"His old apartment or a bar. He looked drunk to me."

Throwing his coat on, Angel turned to Gunn. "You and Cordy check his apartment. Wes, you and I will search the local bars. We'll meet back here in two hours."

"Wait..."

iWhere can I go where they will find me/i Doyle thought. iThere are alot of bars in this town. Which one will be on the top of the list? The Rum Bum, of course. Let's go there and wait.../i

"A minute." Wesley stopped walking. "Whenever we look for anything, it's always at the last place we look. Write down all the bars around his apartment. We'll go to the last one first."

The first bar they wrote down was The Rum Bum.

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