Cary is in the midst of redecorating Caritas. So I guess he got over his doldrums from two weeks ago. I guess they've decided that character exploration is best left off-screen. Based on their recent attempts at it, I'm not sure they're wrong. The Transuding Furies float about, redoing their non-violence spell. Angel and the others enter, and the Furies "mmm" at him. Cordy notices them and says, "You girls are on the Pill, I hope?" They just "mmm." This gag wasn't all that fresh the first time, and now it's sour, and soggy, and smells bad, and I think it's time to throw out the pickle. Cary explains that this time the Furies are preventing both demon and human violence. So this confirms that there really was no reason he didn't do that in the first place. Swell. Cary turns to Darla and asks what happened. Cordy says, "Angel boned her." Cary's jaw drops. Angel insists, "Just once. Just the one night. Uh, just the two or three one-times that one night." Fred asks whether Angel is going to sing, and Wesley and Gunn get depressed at that idea. Cordy desperately insists, "[Darla's] the one having the baby!" Darla hauls herself to her feet, leans on Cary, sings, "Oh, Danny boy," and then demands to know what's inside her. Cary sits her back down and tells the various contractors and Furies to clear the room. Cary says, "This is way beyond my ken. And my Barbie, and all my action figures." Heh. He doesn't know what the child might be. But did he see anything at all? Does Darla's destiny feature a shotgun wedding? Cary ain't telling. Gunn suggests that the child could be "some kind of über-vamp." Shout out? Wesley mentions the Tro-clon. Angel worries, "Great, so we're saying that my child is the scourge of mankind?" Deep inside Angel, his demon side is glowing with pride. Darla moans in pain, and Cordy suggests that Darla should lie down. Cary agrees, and they help Darla into his bedroom.