Commercial. Johanna asks, "Is he coming for chocolate?" Because it looked more like he was breaking through giant blocks of dark chocolate, honestly. Perhaps he was being held prisoner by the Cadbury people. Then Johanna complains about how jealous she is of Cordy's Chocodiles. Personally, I was wondering if that was a shout-out to Pop Culture Junk Mail.

Connor sits next to Cordy, who is recuperating in bed, as Angel says, "I thought [the visions] weren't supposed to hurt anymore." Cordy says that it wasn't a normal vision, then sighs, "If that word actually applies to anything that ever happens to me." Point. Angel asks about what she saw. Cordy gives a vague description of the demon and how it won't stop until they're all filled with creamy nougat, instead of just saying, "He looks suspiciously like Satan." Perhaps she doesn't want to be guilty of demonic profiling. Angel says he'll take care of it, no problem. Cordy isn't so sure, saying, "I think I know more about this thing, or I knew more when I was all high and mighty, but I just can't get at it." Angel suggests getting Cary to read her again, and Cordy wonders if Cary would be willing to try. Angel shrugs that off: "I can hold him down." Without coming to any clear decision about that option, Cordy insists that she needs to know what's going on. Angel looks inexplicably sad at that.

Hyperion. Gunn finishes dealing with one caller by saying, "If Snowball hasn't tried to eat your spine yet, hit her with the catnip 'til we get there." Cary tells his caller, "I don't think that much mucus is ever a good sign. Uh huh. Please, yeah, describe it in detail." Cary puts the phone against his shoulder as he complains to Gunn about how swamped they are, and suggests that they get Fred to help. Gunn barks, "If Fred wanted to be here, she would." Cary puts his caller on hold and asks Gunn if everything's okay with Fred. Gunn is passive-aggressive, Cary tries to be reassuring, and they throw in some more exposition about Dr. Seidel and the portal and Pylea and yawn. Luckily, they're interrupted by something slamming against the door. Gunn goes to investigate and finds a dead sparrow outside. Aw, it heard them expositioning and felt a sudden urge to dash its brains into a solid object. I know how that feels. Cary tells Gunn to close the door, but Gunn reaches toward the bird saying, "It might not be dead." Cary shouts, "Close the door!" and Gunn looks up and quickly does so. A second later, hundreds of birds start splatting against the hotel. I bet that was fun to shoot, with people out of camera range hurling fake birds and bags of fake blood at the set. Whee! The kamikaze attack ends quickly, and Gunn looks around and says, "I'm guessing this isn't a good sign."