Some time later, Angel cruises along in his Angelmobile, having neatly disposed of Cordy's body. Just kidding. She's fine, folks.
There she is, in fact, assuring Wesley that the swami will fix Angel up real good. Or words to that effect. Wesley blathers about how handy it is to treat psychological problems with magic. Cordy spins around in a chair and declares, "Look at me! I'm Angel!" Wesley says, "He doesn't generally spin that much." Cordy notes that and instead picks up a book and revises her impression. Rubbing her jaw, she intones, "Oh no, I can't do anything fun tonight. I have to count my past sins, then alphabetize them. Oh, by the way, I'm thinking of snapping on Friday." It's not really a good impression, but she's cute, so it's okay. Cordy winds up by insisting that she loves Angel (in a friendly way), but nevertheless, she's glad he's "heading the other way."
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.