Fred's out in the courtyard reading. In the dark. No wonder she needs glasses. Angel walks out and says howdy. Fred asks how his head is, and apologizes for clubbing him. Angel says, "I gather I had it coming." Fred agrees. He sits down next to her and says he's been meaning to talk to her. Fred's her perky self at first, and then as Angel hesitates, her smile melts away. She asks, "Is this about how you're not like other men, what with that curse and all, and you're really fond of me but that's as far as it goes?" Angel barely whispers, "Um. Yeah." Aw. Fred says that Cordy explained it to her: "She said you'd probably just screw it up." Angel semi-belligerently replies, "Oh she did, did she?" After a second, he admits, "She's probably right." Fred looks down, and I'm all with the aw-ing until she says, "It's like something out of Fitzgerald. The man who can have everything but love." It is? No, I'm pretty sure it isn't. She realizes she might be depressing someone besides herself, and continues, "Maybe in some ways you're better off. Because love is...well, in a way it's everything. It's also heartache and disappointment, and those are good things to avoid." Sing it, sister. We hear footsteps approach, and Cordy hurries out to join them. She announces, "Willow's on the phone. She's alive! Buffy's alive!" Cordy hurries back inside. Angel turns to look at Fred for a second and then jumps up and heads into the hotel. Fred sits by herself and wonders, "Buffy?" I know what you mean, kiddo.