Gunn, tempter of fates, wishes that he had something big and nasty to fight. Fred expositions that Cordelia hasn't called in with any visions. I hope she didn't give Wesley a goodbye kiss, then. Angel babbles on jealously that Cordelia and Groo are shacked up in some hotel room. Everybody ignores him because he's just pathetic. Anyway, Angel changes the subject to talk about how great hockey is. Yes, I can imagine that a vampire with a soul who lives in constant worry of slipping into his old, blood-sucking ways would simply love to watch a sport where men are getting their noses broken against the Plexiglas and their faces sliced open with sticks. I also hear that recovering alcoholics enjoy touring breweries. Angel goes on to explain that the games are played mostly indoors and at night. True, but the same could be said about music recitals, and rarely is there any bloodshed. Except that one time Peggy accidentally knocked over her music stand and it hit Colin at just the right angle and split open his lip. He cried for hours, too. As Angel sips from a glass of blood, he dorks off about how happy he is at the thought of watching Connor grow up, happy to see him learn to ride a bike, happy to see him go to his prom. Angel's just happier than a smurf convention. Get it? Get it? Happy. ["So he's happy. That's great! He...oh. Right." -- Wing Chun] Wesley, working quietly over at his desk, certainly does. He stares off into space, imagining that special day when Connor graduates high school, which, if Angel's happy speech is any indication, will be followed by a special breaking news story, followed by a very special memorial, followed by a very special mass funeral. Why this hasn't occurred to the others -- or even Angel himself -- is beyond me. But clearly nobody else cares, or it amuses me to think that they really are sick of the baby, too, and hope Angel loses his soul and eats him. Angel and Gunn play hockey with the baby sticks for a little while until an overzealous Angel breaks a window with the puck. Somebody wake me when something actually happens.
Oh, here we go. They're interrupted by an attractive young woman who has come to Angel Investigations to ask for help. Everyone gathers to hear the woman's story. Last week her son, Timothy, snuck out of the house at night to go to "The Pier" to visit the amusement park. She went to find him, without luck. She returned home to wait and worry, but didn't...you know, call the police or anything. Angel asks if he returned home before dawn. The woman says yes, but there was "something wrong" with his face, and he was acting angry and pounding on the door and exhibiting all those things we associate with vampireness on the show. She was afraid of him, so she didn't let him in. When you get turned, you still need an invitation to enter your old home? I had no idea. When the sun came up, little Timmy burst into flames, and not even Lassie could save him. The various MoGs take turns explaining to the woman that her son would have killed her, and she couldn't have saved him. Angel tells the woman there's no way to turn him back from being a vampire: "No matter how much you want to believe there's a part of him you can save, all that's left is an evil thing." Unless he has cheekbones that can cut glass, a sexy swagger, killer abs, and an insanely devotional fan base. Then he can be all conflicted and stuff. Wesley looks meaningfully at Angel during his little speech. Whatever could he be thinking about? Anyway, Wes tells Gunn to do some recon at the park. Gunn suggests that he could take the vamps out if he finds them, but Wesley doesn't want him possibly fighting a nest all alone. Gunn says he'll bring Fred. The woman, however, is not done with her sad speech, and insists on finishing anyway, even though the MoG are already on the case. She says she would have killed the vampire herself if she were able to. What? What does that even mean? She says she was afraid of her own boy. So her inclination was to kill him? The hell? Oh, now we can hear Connor crying in the background, and Wesley looks meaningfully at Angel. It's just another ham-fisted anvil delivery. Let me find a pen so I can sign for it.