A negative-vert takes us to...a cabin along the shore of Boggy Creek, if I don't miss my guess. The night sky is cloudy and ominous as only a computer-generated sky can be, as Angel knocks on the door of a cabin. The door is answered by a not-at-all swami-like paunchy middle-aged man. He says he's the T'ish Magev, and more or less invites Angel in.
Cordy wanders through the...okay. The hair. Let's talk about the hair. So Charisma Carpenter got her hair cut, and apparently they decided to giver her a big fake ponytail extension. So she's got her fake hair pulled back, and her real hair hanging around her face, and it just looks dumb. Because, and I speak from experience, if you're pulling your hair back to get it out of your face, you usually make sure to get all of it pulled back, as opposed to leaving a third of it free to dangle along your cheeks in an annoying and unattractive fashion. I'm assuming this is because of the haircut. Maybe it's just yet another inexplicable fashion decision. My point is that, either way, it looks dopey. Okay? Thanks. Right, so she's wandering around the hotel. In a shirt I can't describe the awfulness of, because I've already ranted about her hair. But it's really, really ugly. A guy grabs her from behind and demands to know where Angel is. As the thug pulls out a pistol, we cut to Wesley overhearing the conversation. The thug insists, "My boss needs your boss, so I cannot leave without Angel, so you're gonna get him for me now, or I'm gonna blow your head off now." Cordy stammers. Then Wesley enters, clad in Angel's trench coat. He trips over absolutely nothing as he introduces himself as Angel.
Magev ("The Magev?" "T'ish?" These are the tough calls we have to make in the recapping biz) is asking about the Angelmobile, as he and Angel sit in the cabin near a roaring fire. The swami says that the car symbolizes Angel's problems: "A vampire living in a city known for its sun. Driving a convertible. Why do you hate yourself?" Angel says that he has to deal, and the swami asks, "Why not a personalized license plate that says 'Irony'?" Heh. The swami says that appearances are important to Angel, and I get the sense that a theme might be emerging. Something about identity. I'm distracted from putting the finishing touches on this theory when Angel insists, "It's just a car." Magev asks, "Why all the layers, all the black? Y'know, it's been about eighty degrees in the shade lately." "Then why the hell do you need that blazing fire, Mister Enlightened Swami?" I shout. Angel says that he doesn't have a body temperature, and Magev notes, "So it's for the look." Angel offers Neil Gaiman's excuse that if all he wears is black, he doesn't have to coordinate his outfits. Angel goes on to say that he doesn't have a reflection, and the swami notes, "You're reflected in the people around you. The way they see you. What do you think they see?"