The sun sets, and we see a wall covered with all kinds of equations and formulae and graphs. The caption says, "[frantic scribbling]" but Fred doesn't look particularly frantic as she writes "Listen, listen, listen," on one of the few blank spots of wall. I bet that whole room smells like magic markers. And given how twitchy she was already, the fumes just can't be helping her. There's a knock on the door, and Fred nervously calls, "Hi! How are ya? I'm just fine, doing real good here! No need to worry about me, but thanks for checking!" Angel says, "It's me, Fred," and she pulls off her glasses and runs to open the door. There's a cute moment as she starts to move to hug Angel and then thinks better of it. Understandably, because he might accidentally crush her to a fine powder with one mighty hug. She's very tiny, you see. She starts to ask about his trip, then rushes back to clear away taco wrappers and rubble so that he can sit down. Angel says that he can't come in, and Fred gets even more flustered and embarrassed until he points out that she has to invite him. Which she does. Angel stares around at all the writing and apologizes for leaving suddenly. Fred dismisses it, saying that she doesn't need a baby-sitter, but then demands to know whether he'll be sticking around for a while. Angel says that he will, and then he looks around at all the writing again and we journey back into exposition-land for a while. Did he bring her a present from his travels? Because what the girl needs, clearly, is a Palm Pilot. Blah blah slave-girl, blah blah safe now, blah blah crazycakes. We know. Let's move on to where Angel encourages Fred to come downstairs and be social. He backs out into the hall, insisting, "There's nothing to be scared of. You're safe here in the hotel!" Which is when we hear Cordelia scream. So apparently, instead of the old "ominous statement in close-up + wacky context shift in long shot," this season the formula for comedy will be "innocent statement + ironic event off-screen." Write that one down, Fred. To be fair, Angel does a nice double-take as he tries to reassure Fred before rushing away.
Cordy is screaming in pain, collapsed in the lobby, as Angel and the others rush to her side from all directions. Well, three directions. All the available directions. Boreanaz forgets his character for a second as he says, "Easy, baby, what is it, what did you see?" "Baby"? You're no Bruce Campbell, buddy. We go into vision-scope as Cordelia describes seeing a bunch of vampires attacking kids at a dorm party. She sees a sign on the floor and identifies the location as "Wilson College...Bonner Hall...room 918!" Wesley and Gunn dash for the weapons cabinet as Cordelia adds, "They're gonna take hostages!" Are they really considered hostages? It's more like take-out; it's not like they're going to let the people go if they get something else. Cordy adds that the blonde vampire, who we see wearing a necklace of great significance, is the worst of the bunch. Angel asks whether Cordy will be okay, and then takes off with the others. Cordy cries and collapses back into a blonde blipvert. With all the time spent on back story, you'd think they'd have at least explained why Cordelia has visions, since that's a necessary plot element that might understandably bewilder new viewers.