After a new variety of stuttering blipvert, we see Doyle surfing the web at the office. He walks away, while Angel and Cordy peer at him through a window. "He's still really hung up on her, isn't he?" asks Cordy. "More than he knew, probably, yeah," Angel answers. Cordy says that Doyle needs cheering up. Cordy is still covering her tummy, but she's wearing a red choker, possibly one of those fake tattoo things, which makes it look as if her head has been disconnected and sewn back on. Angel gets up, but Cordy stops him and adds, "Someone with a heartbeat." That was pointlessly mean. Cordy walks into the office where Doyle is reclining on the sofa and asks, "Are you gonna become loser-pining guy, like, full-time now? 'Cause, y'know, we already have one of those around the office." Then she makes a goofy face. Both Angel and Doyle say, "Hey!" by way of complaint. Cordy gestures to Angel and says, "He can get away with it. He's tall, and look at the way clothes hang on him." Before she can continue, Angel says, "I think you've cheered us up enough." "Us"? Who said anything about attempting the Herculean task of cheering Angel up? Cordy sits down by Doyle and tells him, "Nice guys don't always finish last." Doyle says, suspiciously, "You think I'm a nice guy?" Cordy smiles a bit and says, "I think it, I say it. It's my way." Doyle thanks her. Cordy asks if he's feeling better, and Doyle says he is, which is of course the cue for another of his visionary headaches. Doyle sees a certain blonde slayer battling a vamp. He looks at Angel, who says, "What?" nervously. Doyle stares at Angel silently, secure in the knowledge that he's done his job in setting up next week's "crossover event." Credits roll.