Cordy is sitting upright in bed, listening to a variety of creepy noises. She turns the radio off, but can't get the lamp to come on. When she reaches for a glass of water on the nightstand, it begins boiling. As the bed begins bobbing up and down, Cordy starts to shout, "I'm from Sunnydale! You're not scaring me, you know!" By the time the sun comes up, Cordy is pulling a Rain Man, rocking back and forth on the floating bed, which suddenly drops to the floor. We next find her looking into the bathroom mirror, reassuring herself, "Bright, shiny morning. Nothing bad here." She opens the medicine cabinet and when she closes it she's looking down, so she doesn't see the rumpled old dead lady behind her in the mirror. Cordy moves to the living room, where she pulls a chair out about two inches from the wall, which seems like an odd thing to do, but what do I know about interior decorating? As she starts to move on, the chair slides back against the wall. Cordy chuckles a little, and pulls the chair out several feet. This time the chair smashes into the wall and breaks. As she backs up, a curtain cord thingy (do those things have a name?) begins wrapping around her arm, and as she wriggles away Cordy reverts to shouting again. "You know what? I get it! You're a ghost, you're dead! Big accomplishment; move on! You see a light anywhere? Go towards it, okay?" A wind begins blowing, scattering packing material and rocking the lamps. "Oooo, cold wind! Scary!" responds Cordy sarcastically. "What are you going to do, chap me to death?" Hee hee!
The wind dies away suddenly when there's a knock at the door. Cordy opens it to find that Angel and Doyle have come to visit. Man, it just gets worse and worse for her, doesn't it? Angel is holding a teeny tiny little pot with a teeny tiny little cactus in it. Angel says, "Cactus. Housewarming present." That was a weird enough demonstration of Angel's lousy social skills that I kind of liked it. Cordy tries to tell them to come back later, when she's done settling in, but Doyle pushes his way through. Cordy looks back to see Angel still leaning in the doorway, getting a tan or something, and says with a rather pleased tone, "Oh, that's right, you can't come in." Angel immediately steps inside and shuts the door. "Wait, what about the rule?" Cordy asks. Angel reminds her that she invited him to come over when she got a new place. "What? I didn't even have a place then! These rules are getting all screwed up!" says Cordy, echoing the thoughts of many viewers. Then Cordy notices that Doyle has picked up the, um, curtain cord thingy, and she exclaims, "Oh my god, don't touch that!" Doyle says he's just closing the curtains "so our boss doesn't burst into flames." No comment.