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�Angel. You had a vision about Angel?� Willow wanted to shake her friend out the stupor that had her so tongue-tied. �Is he hurt? Was he fighting some huge Demon? Where is he!!�

Cordelia shook her head still in a daze. �He�s not hurt, no big Demon. Camden Maine.�

�Cordelia please, tell me what you saw. You haven�t had a vision in years. Why now? There has to be a reason. He must need us.�

�He was just standing there Willow. There was water, it was night.... Well duh. That�s it.�

Willow nodded and looked away. �Did he look happy?�

�Angel? Look happy?� Cordelia tried to piece together the images that had caused her so much pain. �He looked Angely, that whole Brood boy thing happening. He was standing on a pier looking out over the water.�

�So you didn�t see Buffy with him?�

Cordelia shook her head, wondering whom the vision had truly caused more pain to. Her with the mind blowing fireworks. Or Willow, with the teasing information of where Angel could be found. �Maybe it was a present from the TPTB�s, just to let us know one of our friends is fine. New England in the summer time is the best. Plus all those old homes and historical stuff Angel�s right at home... We could go you know. They don�t have to know that we were there.�

�No.� Willow groaned. �It�s enough to know he�s fine. I really don�t think I could go spy on him and Buffy together.�

�Well I don�t know about you, but this hangover-slash-post vision migraine is going to kill me. Aspirin, water, sleep. In that order.�

(Three weeks later)

Willow was worried. She couldn�t miss another night of work if they wanted to have enough money to pay the rent bill. The way things were going it didn�t look like Cordelia would be going back to work any time soon. She was getting visions with a vengeance. About five a day, since the first one after their little drinking binge. The poor girl barely recovered from the headaches one caused when another followed. It was the same vision. Angel, pier, water, night. He didn�t seem to be in any apparent danger, so why the visions?

Goddess how she wanted to see him. But having to witness his happiness in the arms of Buffy was something she was willing to forgo. She did care about his happiness, but there was a bitter side to herself that wasn�t thrilled he was finding happiness with Buffy. Angel had once let the blonde go in the past; to let the slayer live her life, and find happiness among humans, she didn�t need to have done it with such a zest that she became intimately knowledgeable with half the male population of Sunnydale. Okay, maybe not half, see bitter.

Opening the door to the apartment she stood in shock. There were packing boxes stacked against the far wall. Apparently the boxes were filled with their meager belongings, because the apartment was bare of the knick-knacks and stuff that had made it home. She could here noise coming from the back bedroom, doors opening and closing.

�Ah...Cordelia? What�s going on?�

The noise stopped and Cordelia peeked her head out of her bedroom. �I�m done. If the TPTB are hinting around for us to find Angel then so be it. I�ve had six visions today! Six!� Cordelia held six fingers up to exaggerate her point. �If finding him stops these things then we�re blowing this joint.�

Willow just stood watching Cordelia shove, stuff and cram her clothes into an over stuffed duffel bag. Cordelia was serious, as soon as their belongings were packed and put into the back of the Jeep Cherokee they shared, they were out of there.

Turning to her room, Willow started to imitate Cordelia�s actions. They were packed and ready to go when the sun started to rise. After some sleep they�d leave Leesville Louisiana, with out looking back.