Oh, hey, remember back when that demon grabbed Angel? Well, they're still fighting. Angel slams the dapper demon's head into various things and learns that his name is Griff, and that since Doyle hasn't repaid his mysterious employer, Griff is going to kill Doyle. Griff asks why a vampire would help "some little demon half-breed." Angel threatens Griff, and Griff agrees to let Angel get the money from Doyle. Meanwhile, Cordy sleeps in her new home. The radio switches on, playing "You Always Hurt the Ones You Love," drawers mysteriously open and close. A woman hisses, "What do you think you're doing here? You never should have come." The captioning adds, "What do you think you are, you little tramp?" A drawer slams shut suddenly, waking Cordy. Back at the office, Doyle says Angel didn't do much good, since Doyle still doesn't have the money to repay his debt. Eventually it occurs to him to thank Angel anyway, though. Angel decides to switch from vampire detective to vampire psychiatrist, and asks Doyle why he lives the way he does. Doyle says it keeps his expectations from getting too high, which I don't think is much of an answer, and theorizes that Angel would understand that. Angel says he does, but points out, "This kind of life sort of picked me. You don't have to do it this way. What happened?" Doyle insists, "Things aren't all gloom in Doyle City." Doyle City? Doyle says that Cordy is one of the bright spots in his life, which suggests just how bad things are for Doyle, and he speculates about how grateful Cordy will be to him for her new apartment. Well until she learns that he only helped her so Angel would protect him, at least.
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!