In the lobby, Roger asks Trish, "Is it time?" "Not yet," she says mysteriously. The gang troops out of the office, and Wesley invites the Burkles to join them in the search for Fred. Roger asks whether it would make more sense for them to "split up, cover more territory?" I assumed that's why they were brainstorming for different places to look, actually, but since they all hesitate before Gunn says, "Perhaps," it would appear that I'm once again giving them too much credit. And by "them," I mean the writers. Because would you watch a show about the pack of morons we see in this episode? Me neither. Except I am. But you know what I mean. Shut up. Angel announces that he's "gonna check out...some of [his], um, industry contacts." Trish is confused as to how that will help, but then catches herself and asks whether Fred is making movies, if you know what she means. Angel catches on, "You mean...? No, no! Of course not. It's just that some of these contacts, they know things sometimes. They're underground." Everyone else heads out. Wesley trails after the others, which symbolizes his leadership style nicely, and Angel pulls him aside to say, "Call me if --" Wesley nods. Well, duh. Does he really have to say, "Call me if you find Fred, so that I don't just keep uselessly wandering around in the sewers for hours like that last time." It'd be funny if they'd done that to him at some point, I admit.