Angel and Spicule ride in the magic jet with its necrofuckingtempered windows. Spicule says he's never flown before. Angel says, "I've been in a helicopter," and then glances out the window and nervously adds, "They don't go this high." Spicule suggests that after saving Fred, they should go to the West End and see a show. This is one of those scenes where it would have been nice to see how worrying over Fred was bringing out everyone's dark side, or whatever the hell it is that's meant to be happening. But instead they're being goofy. Joy. Angel says he hasn't seen Les MisÃ©rables, but Spicule snorts, "Halfway through the first act you'll be drinking humans again." Angel gruffs, "I can't lose her," and the plaintive piano plinks as Spicule insists that he won't. Angel whispers, "I lost Cordy." Poor sad...no, I lost interest fifteen minutes ago. Whatever, Angel.
Gunn's on the phones trying to find some healers for Fred. He snaps, "I don't care if the Old Ones scare them! I don't care if the Old Ones kill them -- get their asses down here or you're gonna be in a world of hurt." He adds that he doesn't mean a lawsuit: "I'm talking about bones that go crunch." And then whomever he's talking to hangs up on him. Knox suddenly appears in the doorway, and suggests that they could take Fred to Cryogenics and stop Illyria from doing further damage until they find a cure. Gunn asks if that'll work, and Knox says that they can test it. Do they not even know that Wesley's absconded with Fred? How stupid is Wesley, exactly?
Wesley sits by Fred's bed, reading as she sleeps. Fred turns her head and rasps, "I finally get you up to my bedroom and all you want to do is read." Finally? Was Wesley playing hard to get? Does anyone on the writing staff know that Fred's been interested in Wesley for, what, at most a couple of months, and that she hasn't had a secret love for him for years while circumstances forced them apart? Hate, hate, hate. Wesley apologizes for waking her, but Fred says that he should make more noise to keep her there. Ladies and gentlemen, the most codependent relationship ever. She asks if it's still today, and he says she was only asleep for an hour. Fred says, "That's an hour I don't got [sic] now." Wesley explains that Angel and Spicule are off to get a cure for her. Fred suddenly sits up and gasps, "Feigenbaum!" Good grief. Yes, she goes on about her stuffed rabbit, and then whines that she doesn't remember who he is, and then she cries, and my notes for this scene say, "Hi, Whedon. Sentimentalism isn't good. I hate you, okay? Christ. Try understated emotion sometime." And then there are a few lines of scrawled obscenities. Wesley hugs a sobbing Fred until she calms down and asks if it's wrong that she's worried about how bad she looks now. Wesley insists, "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," as if he's ever actually seen her and not some freaky idealized image of what she represents in his neurotic worldview. Fred asks if he always liked splotchy girls, and Wesley coos that it's his curse, and I guess he wasn't paying attention to Lilah's flawless back. Moron. Fred asks Wesley to read to her, and he glances at the book and asks, "The Dread Host's Compendium of Immortal Leeches?" She asks if it can be any book in the world, and Wesley says, "Name one."