Cut to the Hyperion, where a mystic glow is coming from one of the rooms. The caption reads "Ethereal humming." Snicker. Gwen and Fred wait outside the room and, as the light fades, Fred wonders if Angel found Cordy. The door opens, and Angel marches past them. Gunn peers into the room and sees the Axis still glowing faintly on a table. It's an ethereal nightlight! "Yeah," he guesses.

Down in the lobby, the MoG ponder what Angel has, presumably, told them in the interval. Fred's insightful question is, "But she was beautiful?" Shut. Up. Fred. Angel burbles about light made up of pure joy and so on. Gunn asks if maybe Cordy will get a vacation, but Angel says, "It felt sorta permanent." Gunn says, "Too bad. We could all go to Vegas," setting up next week. They go on burbling about Cordy's wonderfulness, and I am once again distracted because, as if enjoying this silly episode wasn't disconcerting enough, now Boreanaz looks...not...bad...oh, just kill me. I try to decide if it's the camera angle or something, and then I realize that his hair isn't as spiked as usual. It actually seems to be a consistent length. I mention this to Johanna, who of course immediately mocks me. "You looooove him. You wanna have ten thousand of his babies." "Shut up." "You love Angel!" "I don't. Shut up." "You think he's so pretty!" "He just looked good in that shot. I was thrown because his hair wasn't crazy. And shut up!" Angel says that he spent all this time trying to get back to Cordelia, and then trying to get Cordelia back home, and now he's realized that "she already is home. Where she belongs." Everyone looks thoughtful. We pan up, then zoom back through the clouds and up to Cordy, still glowing away. She asks, "What are you, deficient? Get me out of here!"

Next week, Fred dresses up, Cary overcompensates by dressing up even more, and everybody goes to Vegas. Right now I'm unreasonably excited about any mention of Vegas, so I can't promise a return to cynicism any time soon.