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Cordy: "I"d - just like to say thank you. You believed in me when no one else would. Even in my darkest hours you were there for me and that means more to me that you"ll ever know. I guess what I"m really trying to say is - I love you. - To all my fans: this is for you!"

Fred: "Wow! That was just - wow. "cause... oh, and with the tears! I-I got chill bumps all up my arms."
Cordy: "Yup. That"s the famous speech. Not that I"ll ever use it of course - unless they start handing out awards for best slime and grime. - Oh, I swear. Next time Angel decides to blow something up he"s cleaning his own scorch marks."

Gunn: "Ladies. Less yammering, more scrub."

Cordy: "My, Gunn. Don"t you look - sterile."

Gunn: "Couple more hours of sniffing that industrial cleanser, I think I might be. Hey, I don"t suppose you ladies wanna trade jobs?"

Cordy: "Ah - hmm. Scrape up Wolfram and Hart"s entrails off floor, hmm - Fred?"
Fred: "You"re screwed."
Gunn: "Wes back yet?"
Cordy: "No. He"s still at the store picking up some more extra strength ick remover."
Angel: "Look who"s up from his nap."
Cordy: "Oh, Conner!"
Angel: "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa - dirty people. Not touching the baby."
Cordy: "But pig-drinking bloodsuckers are okay? - I meant that in a nice way. Okay, I"m gonna go wash my hands, but when I get back I get first dibs on baby snuggles."

Angel: "Don"t forget to get under your fingernails. Does she know?"
Wes: "Where is she?"
All: "happy birthday."
Cordy: "Oh you guys. I can"t believe you did this."
Gunn: "Don"t just stand there. Blow out the candles, girl."
Fred: "Did you make a wish?"
Cordy: "I sure did. Ah, Jude Law was a little busy, huh?"
Wes: "Oh, how disappointing for you. Well, I guess you won"t be wanting the presents we..."
Cordy: "Oh, wanting. Wanting presents."
Angel: "Do you want to hold the baby now?"
Cordy: "Yeah. Oh, thank you. Hey, honey. Yeeh, the baby, baby."
Angel: "Uhm - ah, I - I got you a - a little something."
Cordy: "Oh, Angel, you didn"t have to do that. You have enough to take care of as it is."
Angel: "Well, I"m a champion. We do important stuff. Hey, and who"s more important then..."

Wes: "You have to forgive the wrapping. Some of us seem to have fostered a strange addiction to Scotch tape."
Cordy: "Oh - what a cruel dilemma: presents of sweet little baby face."
"Take the baby."
Angel: "You"re choosing birthday gifts over my kid?"
Cordy: "Take the baby! Take the baby!"
"There"s a teenager, a girl, she... she..."
Angel: Cordy?
Fred: "Is she alright?"
Cordy: "I"m fine - you guys. I"ll be okay. I"m just..."


Fred: "Oh, no."
Angel: "Take him. Come on Cordy, wake up. It"s all over. Come back to us."

Cordy: "I haven"t gone anywhere. Angel..."
Angel: "Please wake up."
Wes: "Angel, is she..."
Angel and Cordy: "No!"
Cordy: "I"m not?"
Angel: "She"s still breathing. Her heart"s still beating."
Cordy: "Yes! But - If I"m not dead then..."
Angel: "She"s just in some sort of trance or a coma."
Cordy: "Like hell I am!"
Angel: "Well, let"s get her over to the couch."
Gunn: "All right."
Angel: "Easy."
Cordy: "Ookay. I get it. This is some kind of bizarre birthday present you guys cooked up."

"Alright. The joke"s on me. Now put me back in my body!"
Angel: "It was a vision, wasn"t it? I mean, she just started saying something about a girl..."

Cordy: "That"s right. She"s in a house on Oak street the middle of Reseda. It feels like we have some time here, but - but you can"t hear me at all, can you?"
Lorne: "What"s all the hubbub, bub?"
Cordy: "Lorne! Thank god! You can hear me, right? "cause if there"s some weird, other-worldly thing going on you"d still be able to..."

"Oh. That"s not good. Did anybody else just see that?"
Lorne: "Jumping Judas on a unicycle. What happened?"
Angel: "All we know is that she had a vision."

Fred: "There is a lot we don"t know. I think she dropped this."
Cordy: "No Fred! Put that away. That"s not important."
Fred: "Seltrex."
Wes: "Oh god."
Angel: "What"s Seltrex?"
Cordy: "Nothing! It"s just..."
Wes: "Seltrex is a highly powerful migraine medication."
Gunn: "Maybe we should get her to a hospital."
Angel: "So they can do what? Do what they did last time, strap her to a bed and tell us there"s no hope?"
Wes: "Angel is right. Seltrex is potent but - it doesn"t cause the catatonia."
Lorne: "I"m picking up some hardcore woo-woo vibes in the room. This ain"t medical, kids. It"s mystical."
Fred: "That"s what I"m saying. There is so much we don"t know. If Cordelia is taking a drug this powerful in secret, the visions are probably doing a lot more damage than she lets on."
Gunn: "This last one must have overloaded her."
Angel: "Don"t say last! Okay? She"ll come out of this. She has to."
Cordy: "She will!"
Angel: "Okay. Look, if this is a mystical problem there has to be some kind of mystical solution."
Cordy: "There you go. Great idea!"
Angel: "Gunn, you and Fred go to Cordy"s place."
Cordy: "No! Bad idea. Bad idea!"
Angel: "See if she"s been hiding anything. Anything that could tell us what"s wrong with her. Wes?"
Wes: "I"ll hit the books."
Lorne: "I"ll take the little peanut."
Cordy: "Does nobody care that there is a girl in Reseda that is about to be fed to a no-eyed, three-mouthed monster? What? - Hello? - Message. I"ll leave a message."
Gunn: "I think Phantom Dennis was expecting the birthday girl."
Fred: "Oh. Hi there. I-I know we haven"t been formally introduced... Actually I"m not sure how to introduce myself to someone who is, you know - former. But, I"m Fred. It"s nice to meet you."

Gunn: "Fred, you are - you are so cool."
Fred: "I think we should tell him."
Gunn: "Okay. Uh. You might wanna... Do ghosts sit down?"
Cordy: "Wesley. Wesley! WESLEY! Yoo-hoo!"
Wes: "But if she"s in the astral plane, she could be here unable to communicate."
Cordy: "Yeah. Here! Unable to communicate. "Astral Projection." I should read up. Wait, don"t turn - turn..."

Fred: "It doesn"t make any sense."
Gunn: "What doesn"t?"
Fred: "It"s all - normal."
Gunn: "And that"s wrong?"
Fred: "No what"s wrong is you picking through Cordy"s support - things."
Gunn: "What - this? Come on, you"re telling me you never hid anything in your underwear drawer?"
Fred: "I don"t know. I mean, for five years I didn"t even have... Can we not talk abоut my underwear, please? - And put that down. I just figured if Cordy was taking something serious like Seltrex she"d have tried other stuff first. But - there is not even any Aspirin in here. I think he"s protecting her."

Gunn: "Phantom Dennis? Listen, we would never ask you to betray Cordelia, but we need to see whatever it is she"s been hiding from us. I mean, unless you"re so hyped on the ghosting life that you want her to join you?"

Fred: "Hmm. You looked through the underwear drawer first, didn"t you? The date on this prescription? It"s from a year ago."
Angel: "Cordy - Look, I know that you can"t hear me, but - there is something I have to say. You really piss me off, you know that? I thought we trusted each other. But you"ve been lying.
MRI"s and CAT scans? It"s been going on for over a year. Why couldn"t you let me in? I could have helped you. You make me so furious."

Cordy: "You"re furious? I get body-jacked on my birthday, and *you"re* the one that"s furious?"
Lorne: "Knock, knock. How is she?"
Angel: "The same. You ready?"
Lorne: "As I"ll ever be."
Cordy: "For what? What"s he gonna do?"
Lorne: "Although I"m sort of wishing I brought my helmet. Last time I tried this I got blown across the room."

Cordy: "Oh, god, please let this work."

Lorne: "Cordelia? Are you there?"
Cordy: "It"s me. Lorne, I"m here."
Lorne: "Cordelia?"
Cordy: "Yes! One seven one Oak street. Can you hear me? Lorne?"
Angel: "What?"
Lorne: "Cordelia"s not in there. She"s just gone."
Cordy: "I"m standing right in front of you."
"And - I"m afraid."
Angel: "No. This isn"t gonna happen. I don"t care how many favors you have to call in. I don"t care how many gods you have to cross. You have a connection to the Powers That Be and you"re gonna find me a way to talk to them. Understand?"

Lorne: "A-angel honey, it-it"s not that easy. I mean, contacting the Powers is a muddy, not to mention dangerous, area. But this is a - this is a bit much to ask."

Angel: "I"m not asking."
Cordy: "Finally! Okay, Wes, let"s hope your books know what they"re talking about."
Cordy: Listen up! What ever you are - you can't scare me!
Wes: "Angel - what are you doing on the floor?"
Angel: "I don"t know. I had this dream that, uh - Cordy was here. She was - ah, trying to tell me something. Something really important."

Cordy: "Yes! And, and...?"
Angel: "It"s weird."
Cordy: "*How* are *you* a champion? In what *way* are *you* a champion?"
Wes: "Fred studied Cordy"s latest CAT scans. The news isn"t good. The tests show widespread neuro-electrical deterioration."

Cordy: "That"s just a fancy way of saying..."

Angel: "She"s dying."
Cordy: "I think I like the fancy way better."

Wes: "I"m still working on, ah, the mystical aspect: trance states, astral projection, spiritual possession. But so far I haven"t been able to... Why don"t you take a break? I-I"ll watch her and Connor."

Cordy: "I"m not ready yet."
Skip: "Hey. How"s it going?"
Cordy: "You"re - you"re - death? You"ve come to take me."
Skip: "Kidding. I"m Skip. You"re Cordelia Chase, right? Sorry it took me so long, I... Is this you? Most people go astral, their spiritual shapes tend to be an idealized version of themselves. You know, straighten the nose, lose the gray, sort of a self-esteem kind of thing. You"re pretty confident, aren"t you?"

Cordy: "What is this? Who are you? What the hell is going on?!"
Skip: "You have questions. I get that. And I"ll answer them, too, but first we got to get out of here."
Cordy: "But why? Here is good. I feel really comfortable here. I-I like here."

Skip: "But you see, there is a slight problem: you - don"t belong here anymore."

Cordy: "Because I"m dead?"
Skip: "Not yet. But you will be - very soon - unless - you - come with me."
Cordy: "Well, I"ll follow you on-on one condition. You have to tell my friends about this vision that I had."

Skip: "Sorry. No can do. I"m not a messenger. I"m just a guide."
Cordy: "I don"t wanna die."
Skip: "So don"t."
Fred: "That"s from eight months ago. The red spots are what they call hot areas or what you"d expect from a healthy, functioning brain. This one is dated one month ago."

Gunn: "Cordy"s doctors couldn"t explain it."

Fred: "See - green is a cold color, usually signifying dead areas of the cerebrum. Normally you wouldn"t see a scan like that..."

Gunn: "Unless the person was a cucumber."
Angel: "How could we not know?"

Lorne: "Oh, for the love of god, somebody get me a sea-breeze."
Fred: "Lorne! What happened?"
Lorne: "I can"t really talk about it."

Gunn: "Then how the hell are we supposed to find them so we can kick their asses?"
Lorne: "Ah, no. I mean I *can"t* talk about it. They cast a spell. I went down to the lo: See?"
Angel: "Did you get the information?"
Lorne: "Oh, why yes, Angel. My horn should grow back in a couple of days. So kind of you to be concerned. - Well, they didn"t say I couldn"t write it."

"Angel, all kidding aside, this isn"t something to be taken lightly. Only a champion can deal with the conduit. And even then you have to la-argh arr..."
Angel: "I"ll keep that in mind."
Cordy: "Is this... This is a mall."
Skip: "We just figured you"d be more comfortable here."
Cordy: "We?"
Skip: "The Powers That Be."
Cordy: "The Powers That Be popped me out of my body and sent me to a mall?"

Skip: "Actually, this is more a construct of a mall. You know, like in the Matrix."

Cordy: "You"ve seen the Matrix."
Skip: "Oh, I love that flick. When Trinity is all "dodge this" and the agent just crumples to the and I"m not really instilling any *awe* anymore, am I?"

Cordy: "Why did you bring me here?"
Skip: "To give you a choice. But, we"ll get to that later. Right now there is something I want you to see."
Cordy: "Oh my god. - Doyle."
Skip: "This is where it happened, big cosmic whoops. - Doyle was never meant to give you those visions."
Cordy: "The why did the Powers let him?"
Skip: "Well, they"re usually pretty good at catching that sort of thing. What they didn"t count on where his feelings for you."
Cordy: "You mean - Doyle gave me the visions because - he loved me?"

Skip: "I can"t answer that. What I *can* tell you is that it was a mistake."
Cordy: "But I thought the Powers That Be knew everything."
Skip: "Life and death, that sort of thing, they got a handle on. Who someone chooses to love, well, that"s just good old free will. See Cordelia, the visions are an ancient, powerful force. Demons are the only ones who can withstand them."
Cordy: "But I"ve had them for more than two years now. Doesn"t that mean I"m strong?"
Skip: "Strong, yes. Demon, no. Just ask Tammy here."
Cordy: "Tammy where?"
Tammy: "Hello, miss?"
Skip: "This is Tammy. She had the visions back in - sixteen thirty?"
Tammy: "Aye. Had "em well nigh on a year, and a hellish year it was, too. Town fathers called me a witch, wanted to burn me at the stake."

Cordy: "They killed you because you had visions?"
Tammy: "No, miss. They didn"t have to. Last vision I had blew out the back of me skull.
We wasn"t mean to have the visions, us humans. Look, you want my advice, you listen to our man Skip here. He won"t steer you wrong, this one."

Skip: "Aw, get out of here. Really. Get out. I"ve got work."
"You okay?"
Angel: "Thanks Lorne."
Voices: "It is come. The champion is come. Come for what? Answers not to be had. Death is certain. Death awaits."
Angel: "I wanna talk to the conduit."
Voices: "We are the conduit. We are the gateway, the all the time, the ever. It wishes to speak to us."
Angel: "Yes, it does. Are you gonna show yourselves?"
Voices: "We are unseen. Formless. It speaks unknowing. Send it away."
Angel: "I"m not going anywhere until I get my message to the Powers That Be. My friend - Cordelia - has visions given to her by the Powers. They"re killing her. I want the Powers to take them back. - Let her go. She"s suffered enough!"
Voices: "Suffering? Does it know suffering?"

"Yes it does. - The Powers owe nothing. Send it away. Send it away."

Angel: "I"m not finished."
Skip: "You ever have the vague sensation that maybe you left the oven on? Or that you"re supposed to call someone back, you just forgot who it was? More to the point, have you ever felt that way about your acting career?"

Cordy: "I don"t have an acting career."
Skip: "Which sort of brings me to my next point."
Cordy: "Hey! I remember that night."
Skip: "You"d been in LA for a few months, things had been kind of lean, and who should you run into?"

Your entire life changed that night. In ways you couldn"t imagine. Indescribably painful ways, I think you"ll agree.

Now, what if the play ran a little different? You"re on the sideline over here, talking to a couple wanna-be moguls.
Angel is down field here. Instead of cutting through the middle to meet Angel, what if you"d been forced to counter?
What if *this* guy, who happens to be a very powerful talent agent, flanks you and drew you off side?
What would happen then?"

Cordy: "I"d, ah, score a touchdown?"
Skip: "Metaphorically speaking, heck, yeah! Inside every living thing there is a connection to the Powers That Be. Call it instinct, intuition. Deep down we all know our purpose in this world."

Cordy: "Are you saying that - I was meant to be an actress?"
Skip: "No. I"m saying you were meant to be an incredibly famous and wealthy actress. And the Powers That Be can make that happen."

Cordy: "They can do that? They can turn back time?"
Skip: "They don"t go for that - much. Think of it as "writing over history." From this moment on you could live the life you always wanted. No monsters, no visions, no dying. Well, not for a long time, anyway."

Cordy: "But no Angel."
Skip: "Cordelia, I want you to listen to me. If you go back inside your body, you *won"t* wake up. You will lie there, unable to move, unable to speak - until the next vision hits you and then you will die."

Cordy: "But that"s not fair. How"s Angel gonna know to save that girl if I don"t tell him where she is? He needs me."
Skip: "Let"s go in here."
Voices: "Its pleas are pointless. Her path is chosen. We will not interfere."
Angel: "The visions are too much. She"s not strong enough to handle them."

Voices: "Obstinate. It speaks and does not listen."
Angel: "No, you"re not listening! Cordelia is not a champion. She is a rich girl from Sunnydale who likes to play superhero. She doesn"t have what it takes to do this! Don"t the Powers get that? Stop whispering and listen to me, damn it! She"s weak."

Cordy: "Skip. Get me out of here. Now!"

Angel: "You"re killing her. She"s unconscious, and she"s alone. Who knows if she"s in pain?"

Voices: "It is angry. It is afraid."
Angel: "I"m more afraid of her dying than she is. - What is that?"
Skip: "Cordelia - are you sure?"
Cordy: "You gave me a choice, so I"m choosing."
Skip: "Okay, kid. Here goes. I"m gonna make you a star."
Announcers voice: "And now, ladies and gentlemen, the two time Emmy award winning star of our show, the gal with the million dollar smile: Cordelia Chase!"
Cordelia: "2,3,4"
Singers: "Yes, you can hear it in her laughter. - Ooh, you can see it in her smile. - Yeah, you"ll be hanging from the rafters. - Ooh, you better stay awhile. - Ooh, better stay awhile. - - Yes, the whole world is full of laughter. - Ooh, you got my heart a little wired. - Yeah, you"ll be hanging from the rafters. - Ooh, better stay awhile. - Ooh, you better stay awhile. - Ooh, better stay awhile..."

Man: "Great show, Cordy!"
Cordy: "Thanks, you too."
Nev: "Okay. There are stars and there are stars, and then there is you!"
Cordy: "God, that is sweet, Nev. Am I paying you enough?"
Nev: "Well, as a matter of fact..."
Cordy: "Good. What"s cooking?"
Nev: "Okay. You got a costume fitting. The Producers want to run some ideas past you for next weeks show."

Cordy: "Hi, how are you? What"s your name?"
Nev: "We want to record that breast cancer PSA, but tomorrow is pretty booked. Maybe next week."

Cordy: "No, make it tomorrow. I wanna get it on the air. Nev, you ever get that nagging feeling that you"re supposed to be somewhere, doing something, but you can"t remember what?"
Nev: "No. I"m highly organized. That"s why you pay me - pretty well. But with the holidays coming I really..."

Cordy: "I have to go, I"m sorry. I have to go."

"I want something. Hypo-something. Hypothermia?"
Nev: "Josh, lets get a large tub of ice water to Miss Chase"s dressing room, pronto."

Cordy: "No, that"s not it."
Nev: "Canceling ice water."
Cordy: "Hyper... hyperbaric?"
Nev: "Josh, make it an oxygen tent."

Cordy: "No, that"s not it either."
Nev: "Canceling tent."
Cordy: "Hyperion! That"s it!"
Nev: "The hotel."
Cordy: "Yes. I wanna go there."
Nev: "Terrific. When would you like me to... Now? Now you would like to... Without security? Without an entourage of me? Right. I"ll give them a call. Josh, car, side door, now."

Cordy: "Hi. Excuse me."
Concierge: "Ah, yes, how can we help... Oh, Miss Chase. How can you help me? Ah, how can I help with... How can we help you?"

Cordy: "I believe my assistant made a reservation."
Concierge: "Ah. The, ah, luxury suite. I will take you right up to my room. *Your* room, I meant. - Welcome to the Hyperion."
Concierge: "And here we are, Ms. Chase. The luxury suite."
Cordy: "No. This one. I want this one."
Concierge: "That"s ah - that"s a *standard* Miss Chase. It"s hardly fitting for someone of your..."
Cordy: "Open it?"
Concierge: "Yes, certainly."
Cordy: "This wallpaper..."
Concierge: "Ah, yes. Designed by renowned artist Jacques Latour. Part of the remodeling we... Ha, ha... - Mmm, I hate that wallpaper. That"s bad, bad wallpaper."

Cordy: "One seven one Oak. Where is that?"
Concierge: "Ah..."
Cordy: "Oh, hi. I"m - I"m really sorry to bother you..."
Cynthia: "Oh, my god. You"re - Cordelia Chase. You"re - Cordy!"
Cordy: "Yeah, hi. Listen, I know you don"t know me, but would you mind if I..."

Cynthia: "Oh! Please, come in."
Cordy: "Oh, thanks."
Cynthia: "I"m Cynthia. Cynthia York. And - I love your show. Like, *love* love. You"re just - you"re my idol, Cordy. I wanna be just like you, and have my own design firm and... Wait a second. What are you doing in Reseda?"

Cordy: "Yeah, uhm, hmm. Good question. Uhm, this is - gonna sound a little bizarre, but, uhm, is everything okay here? Nothing - bad - happened, has it?"
Cynthia: "My dad left us a couple months ago."

Cordy: "Oh. Honey, I"m sorry. Is your mom here?"
Cynthia: "She"s up in Ojai visiting friends."

Cordy: "Oh. - Well, ah... - That"s, ah... Well, okay, then, ahem..."
Cynthia: "Hey! You wanna see something cool?"
Cordy: "Sure."
Cynthia: "It"s a retrieval spell. I"m gonna make my dad come back and live with us again. - I"m pretty sure I did everything right. Even though I - spilled some diet coke on the book I was using and had to improvise a little. Pretty cool pentagram, huh?"

Cordy: "Cynthia? I think we should get out of here before..."
:that happens."
Cordy: "Get our of here, Cynthia. Go!"
Wes: "Get the girl."
Gunn: "Lets go! Outside."
Cordy: "Wesley, what are you doing here and - what - happened to your other arm?"
Wes: "Look out."
Cordy: "So, you - like - kill things now? Cause last time I saw you, you just kind of fainted in front of them."

Wes: "Cordelia, why on earth are you here?"
Cordy: "I know, I know. Reseda. It"s practically the ninth circle of hell."
Wes: "Not Reseda. Here in this house. Is that girl a friend of yours?"
Cordy: "Oh, look, I know we haven"t seen each other in a while, Wesley, and... But there is something *weird* going on with me. Like Sunnydale weird."
Cynthia: "Oh, my god. My mom is gonna freak."
Cordy: "...and underneath the wallpaper was an address. This address. So, for absolutely no sane person reason I can think of, I come out here and whammo! Slimy monster fun time. What"s up with that?"

Wes: "I"m not sure. I"d have to consult my books."
Cordy: "Some things never change."

Wes: "Oh, sorry. This is my partner, Charles Gunn."
Gunn: "Man, Wes told me he knew you, but I-I didn"t believe him."
Cordy: "Yeah, we go way back. Back to, uhm, when - you had two arms, which, by the way..."
Wes: "Ah, Kungai demon a couple of years ago."
Gunn: "Hey, is it true that you and Wes were... You know, that you had a little..."
Cordy: "...humiliating kiss where he drooled all over my chin? Yeah. But I worked *really* hard to repress it."

Wes: "Right. Well, as much as I"m enjoying this forced death march down memory lane..."

Gunn: "Hey, what is it with you Sunnydale folks and repression? I mean, you three are the most denying it folks I"ve ever met."

Cordy: "Three? Who else is here in LA?"
Wes: "Cordelia, I want you to think about this. Angel"s not the person you knew. He came to Los Angeles in pain, vulnerable - and when Doyle, his only friend died he - he retreated into himself."

Gunn: "Him getting the visions didn"t help either."
Cordy: "So, let me get this straight. Angel gets the visions of people who are gonna die, and he tells you, and you go out and slay, and - this is how you make your living? This - got to be the suckiest job in the world."

Gunn: "It pays the bills - occasionally."

Wes: "Don"t be shocked by his condition. The visions have taken a toll - and the isolation. Sometimes he sends us out to save people he killed two hundred years ago. So, why don"t we just tell him you stopped by and said hi?"

Cordy: "Wesley. I"ve gotta see him."
Wes: "Restraints. Sometimes the visions make him violent."
Angel: "One seven one Oak drive, do you hear me? I feel better now. I can be alone here. I won"t run away..."
Cordy: "Oh my god."
Wes: "This is one of his good days."
Angel: "No, I - I won"t. I won"t do that. I won"t do... I didn"t mean... I didn"t mean... Only if it"s dead. It"s me. It was my fault. It was me. I"m okay. I didn"t mean... I didn"t mean..."

Wes: "Don"t get too close."
Angel:"Ah! I won"t run away."
Cordy: "Angel. - Do you remember me? Cordelia?"
Angel: "No. I"m afraid."
"I"m afraid. I"m afraid."
Cordy: "Shh. Don"t be afraid. I won"t hurt you."
Angel: "I"m fine. Fine. One seven one. One seven one. You"ll see. You"ll see, one seven one. My head doesn"t hurt. My head doesn"t hurt. Now I"m warm. My head doesn"t hurt."
Cordy: "You don"t remember me, do you?"
Angel: "I was there. I wanted to die. But - but I was - was afraid to die. So afraid to die. One seven one."
Cordy: "Shh, Angel, it"s okay. Everything is gonna be okay."
Angel: "It was my fault. I was there. I couldn"t do anything. There was nothing I could do."

Cordy: "Everything is gonna be okay."
"I remember everything. The visions they"re mine."
Skip: "We made a deal. You gave up the visions, not to mention the certain death that goes with them, and you get to live out your dream. Call me crazy, but I thought that was a pretty fair trade."

Cordy: "Sure it"s fair. But it wasn"t me."

Skip: "We"ve been over this. I respect what you"re trying to do. It"s noble and heroic, and all that other Russle Crowe "Gladiator" crap."

Cordy: "You"ve seen..."
Skip: "Didn"t love it. The fact remains that humans are not strong enough to harbor the visions! Period. Even the Powers That Be can"t change that."

Cordy: "Then find a loop hole, Skip. I know my purpose in this world and it includes the visions. And if the Powers That Be aren"t complete dumb-asses, they know it, too."

Skip: "There maybe a - tiny - loophole."

Cordy: "I"ll take it."
Skip: "You may wanna think about that. The only way *you* get to keep the visions is by becoming - part demon. The process isn"t easy. It"ll make your vision pain feel like a stroll through candyland.

And even after the pain subsides the effects of the transition will be numerous and unpredictable. You may never be able to lead a human life again."

Cordy: "So - demonize me already."
Skip: "It was an honor being your guide, Cordelia Chase."
Fred: "What"s happening to her?"
Angel: "I thought I"d lost you."
Cordy: "Angel."
"No horns."
"No tail."
"Whew! Just checking."
Cordy: "It feels *so* good to be solid again."

Wes: "Cordelia, what is the last thing you remember?"
Cordy: "When? I"ve been so... Oh. You mean the vision downstairs. No, I had a vision, but it"s been taken care off. There was this actress, and an one-armed guy. It"s a long story. But right now, we have to solve my vision."

Lorne: "The one you just said was taken care of?"
Cordy: "No. The one I"m having right now. There is a young man in a park in Glendale. Uh, somewhere near a pond. There is a demon waiting for him. He"s red with four, no make that five horns."
Angel: "Uh, Cordy?"
Cordy: "What?"

The end
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