Angel descends the stairs, doughnuts at the ready. Looking into the bedroom, he sees that the bed is made, and Faith isn't there. He looks around and calls "Faith?" I keep waiting for him to whistle for her like she's a puppy and call, "I've got doughnuts!" to entice her to come out of her hiding place. He finally spots her leaning in the kitchen doorway and tells her, "I have doughnuts." I was hoping for a different delivery on that line, but it's still funny.

He puts the doughnuts down and begins speaking. With lots of. Long. Pauses. Which I will helpfully edit out. So that you don't go. Insane.

As he slowly steps toward her, he says, "I understand what you're going through and I want to help, but there are a few things you have to do. First, I need you to give me that knife." The camera pans down to reveal that, sure enough, even though Angel's got closets full of axes and swords, she went for the bread knife. Faith thinks about it, and finally hands it over. Angel tells her she should be resting, and Faith replies, "I've been asleep for eight months. You rest."