The streets of this part of L.A. were usually deserted at this time of night, but not today. Every demon in the city and beyond seemed to be here.

Connor had decided he had to go back to help Angel, his father, in the fight against the Senior Partners. He loved his other Mom and Dad, whom he'd had the memories implanted of his upbringing placed in him due to a deal Angel had made and part of him wished he had the power to forget his real father and return to them, protect them, but something innate in him made him turn back. He couldn't let Angel die tonight.

Connor knew that Angel was no longer at Wolfram and Hart, where only hours ago they had fought side by side, father and son united, against a minion of the Senior Partners. They had succeeded, but when the fight was over, Angel forced Connor to go home. He couldn't do that; he could not forget what he now knew.

It only took a second for Connor to realise where to find Angel; the Hyperion Hotel. Connor knew it was there that the last stand would be made. It made some quasi-sense to him in these senseless times.

Now, a block from the hotel, on the roof of an apartment building, Connor stood. The night seemed darker than usual, the neon lights of the city faded closer than expected, as though being blocked by darkness. There was a weird shimmering around the sea of demons on the ground. Connor was perplexed by this, and by the fact not one sound was being emitted from them. The demons seemed to be repeating the same actions over and over again, every few seconds.

"They've been doing that for over an hour now," a voice from behind him said. "I saw someone put a spell on them, and then she disappeared"

Connor turned to see a beautiful woman standing there.

"Do I know you?" Connor asked.

The woman smiled.

"No. I'm trying to get to that Hotel over there and by the looks of it, you are too."

Connor looked towards the Hotel, down at the demon army and back at the woman.

"Do you really think you can get through all them?" Connor asked with a slightly patronising tone.

The young woman started to sprint towards Connor, suddenly, two foot away she leapt into the air, into a perfect dive position and managed to cross the ten foot gap between their apartment block and the next one.

The woman turned back, smiled again then carried on running to the other side of the building, and down the fire escape, out of sight.

Connor decided that his best course of action was to follow the woman, she might find a way into the hotel, or at the very least tell him her name.

Connor stepped back ten paces, used a little run up then cleared the gap of the buildings. He carried on running when all of a sudden a bright white light flashed all around him, knocking him to the ground.

He rose to his feet and ran to the edge. The young woman was face down on the fire escape.

An almighty roar bellowed through the air.

Connor looked past the woman to the demon army, they appeared to be moving properly now. His gaze turned to the woman again.

She turned over and looked directly into his eyes.

"Looks like the spell's worn off," she said.