TEXT: [PREVIOUSLY_ON] Cordy: "I have a roommate. It's cool. I never see him." Wesley: "Cordy's been sucked into the portal." Cordy: "They made me their ruler." Fred: "Handsome man - saved me from the monsters." Darla: "He's here." Lindsey: "Angel." Darla: "I'd love to see that boy." Angel and Darla making out. Angel: "Get dressed and get out. Because the next time I see you, I will have to kill you." Hyperion, day. Fred peaks around the corner of the corridor overlooking the lobby, hears Cordy's voice and quickly disappears again. Cordy: "I can understand people who drink too much. I understand people who put a little note on the parking meter that says it's broken when it's not. I don't understand people who worship demons." Cordy, Gunn and Wesley come walking across the courtyard, carrying weapons and looking slightly disheveled. Gunn: "Yeah. Especially Lu-rite demons. The stink on that thing... If you're a prince of the underworld, bro, take a Jacuzzi every once in a while." Wesley: "It's sad. The only way some people can find a purpose in life is by becoming obsessed with demons. By the way, Gunn, technically that wasn't a Lu-rite. It was a Mu-rite, a sub-species of the Lu-rite. The male sports a small, tell-tale fin just behind the third shoulder." Gunn: "So glad to know we're not the sad people obsessed with demons." Wesley: "We have to be a little obsessed. We're detectives that specialize in these things." Cordy: "And we're not sad." Wesley: "No. No, we're a happy and rambunctious lot if I ever saw one. (Gunn looks at Wes) Not going to humor me even a little, are you?" Cordy: "Hu-uh." Wesley: "
SUMMARY:
Even as Angel mourns Buffy's death, he must do battle against a vampire he was friends with back in 18'th century Marseilles - and whose girlfriend he has just killed.