Back at the Hyperion, Groo carries Phil into the lobby while the others follow. Phil is deposited on the couch, and everyone stares at the growing cracks in his skin. Angel sends Fred to get some water, and then says, "'We'?" Gunn says, "Glad you're having fun with this." Ha! Angel explains that Phil kept referring to himself in plural. Cordy says, "So he's pretentious," and tries to get back to worrying about Angel's dance routine. Angel dismisses her concerns: "Oh, gee. I'm in danger. What else is new?" Point. Phil is awakened by the sounds of Angel complaining. Angel adds that he wants to deal with someone else's problem, adding that "[Phil's] the one we should be concerned with, not me! This has nothing to do with me!" Naturally, that's when Phil stands, points at Angel, and declares, "This is all happening because of you! This is all your fault." And then Phil falls face-first to the floor, where he collapses into dust.
After the ads, Angel's whining: "How is this my fault? I was just trying to help him. What'd he go and say that for?" Heh. He's so defensive. Cary replies, "He didn't. That did." They watch as the see-through crawdad scoots out from inside Phil's torso and scampers away. I wonder if that's a Vorlon in its larval stage. Cordy hops up onto the front desk and squeals as it runs past her feet. I don't blame her a bit. Although the crawdads didn't bother me as much I expected. Mostly because of their translucence. If they'd been solid and looked like bugs and had all those legs waving around, I wouldn't have been happy. Well, I would have, because it would be scary, but you know what I mean. Fred describes the crawdad as "a big, ugly slug thing!" In my experience, slugs don't have feet, but Fred's the smart one. Oh, fine: I do have the benefit of seeing what the FX look like. They look around, but can't see where the crawdad went. Gunn asks what it was, and Angel, still defensive, insists that he can't imagine what this has to do with him. Cordy draws Angel's attention to the fact that Phil pulled his dust-to-dust routine neatly in the center of the pentagram. Well, that could be a coincidence, right?
Angel hands out weapons while Cordy reports that she's locked up the doors to prevent anyone else from coming in and getting a crawdad shoved down his or her throat. Angel hands Groo a sword, but Groo reaches past him to claim the battle axe instead. Angel snarks that the axe is "a little big for our purposes," and Groo sniffs, "I have had no complaints." I'm mentioning this because Angel's delivery of his "yeah, uh-huh, great," response amuses me. Maybe you had to hear it, though. Angel tells Cordy and Groo to go to the third floor and start the bug hunt. He adds that Fred should do some research and figure out what the crawdad is. Fred looks up from her efforts to vacuum the remains of Phil -- tee hee! -- and says she doesn't know where to look for that information. Angel suggests, "Start with Thaumogenesis." Off her confused look, he clarifies, "Creatures manifested as byproduct of using of dark magic." Then he squirms a bit under Cary's glare. Cordy worries that they should find out what the crawdad is before they start hunting it, but Angel's concerned that it'll get out of the hotel and infect someone else if they take too long. Fred and Gunn stay behind while everyone else heads upstairs.