Upstairs, Cary is putting the baby to bed, which means Angel is about due for his daily five minutes of quality parenting time. Angel stares down at the brat while Cary asks, "You okay?" Angel says he is, and Cary leaves.

Back in the office, Wesley is working on the neverending prophecies. He writes "the son" on a notepad, and I kind of like his handwriting, but he's still an ass. Angel wanders in, carrying the baby, and Wesley says, "You startled me." Angel apologizes in between making googly eyes at the kid. Wesley grumpily hints, "I thought I was alone," which is an odd thing for him to think considering that Cary, Angel, and the baby live there. Angel cheerfully says, "So did I," and traumatizes the baby by giving it a kiss. Once again, layers of meaning. Because Angel also thought Wesley was alone. No, hang on, I've got it. Angel thought that he, Angel, was alone. And then he remembered that he can use a kid as a substitute for adult relationships, so everything's okay. Hooray! Angel exits. Wesley looks down at his notes and the camera moves in dramatically so we can see that the last thing he's written is "The father will kill the son." Great, now my hopes for the show are resting on Wesley's translating skills.

Next time, something cannot be stopped, and the Hyperion starts flaming in ways that have nothing to do with Cary.