The camera sinks past a food stand at a park. People walk by. Don't they ever go to bed in L.A.? We drop to a cavern underground. Fires blaze as a demon walks over to a statue. The demon talks about how all men must die, but dreamers dream, and sleepers sleep, and snorers snore, and recappers pray for mercy. He throws powder over the statue as he intones, "As pledged in Caladan by Cod-she, one shall awaken in the first year of the final century. That one who lived before and joined Cod-she in the great sleep. Arise!" Oh, man, that was a mistake. Now this show is going to be totally dated in 2101. Having finished his ritual, the demon wanders to one of the bowls o' fire and lights a cigarette. Heh. He smokes, and checks his watch. Then there's a rumbling and flashes of light, and the statue opens its eyes. The statue crumbles to bits, and the person within falls to the floor. The demon puts out his cigarette, walks over to the huddled figure, and says, "Welcome to the twenty-first century. Angelus is here; you'll see him soon." He says that the man's muscles have atrophied from disuse, whereupon the man hops to his feet. It's Holtz, of course. "Just tell me where he is," Holtz says.
Next time: Darla gets an ultrasound. Angel does some cool climbing stuff. People rappel into the Hyperion. Rappel? I was kidding about installing a skylight, gang. Darla wails in a car, and there's no boiling water handy.