TEXT: [PREVIOUSLY_ON] Librarian: "Fred disappeared five years ago. They never found her." Wes: "Cordy's been sucked into the portal. She's in the Host's dimension." Fred: "They use you as a slave and then your body gives." Constable: "Fugitive!" Fred: "Oh no!" Angel kills the demon Guard Captain. Fred: "Handsome man - saved me from the monsters." Fred: "I love tacos. D-do they still have them?" Wes: "The host reads their souls, senses their futures." Cordy: "Yes, but he can only do it when they sing Karaoke." Fred sings "Crazy." Gunn's old gang comes in and shoots the place up. Lorne: "Ah! My club! Friends of yours, Gunn?" Wes is looking past the naked sword blade to the person holding it. Wes: "You wouldn't dare. - You were just going to toss in a Prothgarian broadsword with a third-century ceremonial Sancteus dagger?" Cordy turns the sword in her hands to give it a second look. Cordy: "Hmm. Let's see. Long, metal, pointy. - Yup." Wes: "Cordy! The purpose of an inventory..." Gunn: "Yes, give us that (mimics Wes English accent) purpose of an inventory speech - again." Wes: "This wasn't my idea." Cordy: "No. Angel - keeps complaining that the weapons cabinet is all different. But, Wesley, who's the boss around here? You - or the guy with the pancreas dagger." Fred: "What time is it?" Wes holds up his wrist to Cordy and read his watch. Cordy: "Six twenty four, and for those of you who are playing the home game: that's exactly three minutes from the last time you asked." Fred fumbles around with the strange contraption (looks like a hybrid between a suitcase, a crossbow and a sowing machine
SUMMARY:
Fred's parents show up in LA and Team Angel is instantly suspicious of them. They seem a little too... Normal. Fred hiding from her family and has run off. In order to find her again, Team Angel and the Burkles will have to work together. They'll also have to battle some demons and pay a visit to Lorne. And Fred will have to decide where she really belongs now.