In her bedroom, Wesley asks Virginia if she's okay. She talks about how she fantasizes about running away, getting a job as a perfume sprayer or "working in a tire store." She also claims to be twenty-four. Wesley guesses that Bryce wouldn't allow Virginia to take that kind of risk. Virginia says, "He says that they would grab me in a second, use me to get to him. If you think about it, he's saying that if I moved out, it would kill him. I'd be responsible." She leans on Wesley's shoulder. They kiss. Without stopping, Virginia apologizes, and says, "I know we can't." She says that she knows about his curse. "Ah, the curse..." Wesley chuckles, but I don't think he's really amused at all.
Angel and Not-Magev are also chatting about the curse, as it happens. Not-Magev asks, "So you really can't...at all?" Angel says, "Well, that's part of what makes me special, right?" Er, right. Not-Magev asks if the curse is "a sex thing." Angel says no, not specifically, and Not-Magev asks for the specifics.
"Perfect happiness," Wesley explains. He kisses Virginia, muttering, "Mustn't let oneself get diabolical...consequences...I should...You know, this whole curse thing has been widely misinterpreted." "Really?" Virginia asks, as she nuzzles his ear. "Oh yes!" Wesley blurts, which may or may not be a response to her question. He goes on to say that it's "less of a curse, and more of a hex, actually. Barely that -- a recommendation." They kiss some more. Virginia asks if he's sure. Wesley says, "I want to be honest with you, I want to tell you everything. I'm not --" she mashes her lips against his before he can get any farther, and they collapse out of the frame. You'd think I'd be really upset by that scene, but I think it's so far beyond my comprehension that my brain simply refuses to acknowledge what I'm seeing, and I'm actually very calm about the whole thing.
The sun rises. Gunn's truck pulls up next to the Angelmobile. He gets out and shouts, "Yo, yo, anybody home?" Not-Magev walks up and says, "Morning, traveler. Do you seek enlightenment?" Gunn says that he's seeking Angel, and asks if he's around. Not-Magev says, "He was, and then the sun came up, and -- see that pile of dust over there?" Before Gunn can react, Not-Magev laughs and says he's just kidding, and that Angel's inside. Gunn heads for the house, commenting, "We got ourselves a funny Zen master." And then Not-Magev clunks Gunn over the head, punches him, and knocks him out. Oh, I don't like that at all. We hear a door latch, and Angel steps out onto the shaded porch demanding, "Which lesson was that, exactly?" Not-Magev insists, "He was not your friend. I sensed danger." Angel asks where the real T'ish Magev is: "Did you kill him? Did you put him in the lake?" Not-Magev grins and admits, "Something like that. But you know what? Somehow, I'm not worried about you right now, seeing as how you can't get any closer." He laughs again and savors the warm rays of sunlight. He turns his back as Angel picks up one of the fishing poles. Norman Maclean is haunted by more than just the waters as with one quick motion, Angel casts out the line, wrapping it around Not-Magev's head and placing the hook neatly in his lower lip. Owie! Angel pulls the line in, dragging Not-Magev into the shade. "What're you doing?" Not-Magev manages to mumble. Angel, his game face on, answers, "Getting in touch with my inner demon." Well, that sounds therapeutic.