Connor suddenly breaks for the door, but Angel grabs him on the way and throws him back against the wall. So I guess Connor doesn't think he deserves Circus Cookies and hugs. Angel looms over Connor and says, "Wesley told me everything that's going on, so as far as I'm concerned, what you deserve rests on one answer. Did you do something to Cordelia?" Connor insists that he didn't, but Fred and Gunn think he's lying. Angel says he believes it, adding, "You've done enough lying for me to know the difference." He says that what Connor did was unbelievable, "but then I got stuck in a hell dimension by girlfriend one time for a hundred years, so a few months under the ocean actually gave me perspective." There's a joke somewhere in here about Darla and the gates of hell, but I'll leave that one to you. Angel says he had time to think, and observes, "Nothing in the world is the way it ought to be. It's harsh and cruel, but that's why there's us." He uses the "C" word, which I'm skipping, and says "We live as if though the world were as it should be, to show it what it can be. You're not a part of that yet. I hope you will be." He walks over to Connor and intones, "I love you, Connor. Now get out of my house." Hey, he actually had emotion in his eyes there and everything. And that was a hard speech to sell, because a lot of it sounds like teen poetry. Although that's sorta in character for Angel. Pretty good job from Boreanaz, though. Connor gets in one final glare and quietly leaves. Angel wobbles and collapses onto a chair. Fred says that Angel needs to rest, but Angel rants, "I need Cordy, now. Wherever she is, whatever she's going through. We have to find her." Y'know, there was an award-winning study suggesting that love is identical to obsessive-compulsive disorder. Maybe Angel just needs some SRIs. Or cognitive behavior therapy, which I don't think should be acronymed.
Suddenly, the camera is zipping through clouds and shiny things toward a bright white blur. We zoom in further and see Cordelia glowing at the center of a ball of shiny FX. Dude, now Cordy's a Vorlon? Wacky. Cordy grumps, "God, I am so bored."
Next Sunday, a brunette in silly clothes sucks Angel's face. It's not Cordy, though. I think maybe it's a Folsom Electric salesgirl.