Cut to Wesley, who's gotten cheekbone implants. Or maybe it's just the lighting. He stares through a sunny window as Fred says, "You have a visitor." Wesley portentously says, "I thought I was in isolation." Fred pops up from behind him, kisses his cheek, and I sigh because I already know that Wesley's dreams aren't nearly as amusing as Angel's. Apparently Fred hasn't learned that lesson, because she kneels in front of Wesley (er, not like that) and asks him to tell her a joke. Wesley goes back to admiring nothingness as he says, "Two men walk into a bar. The first man orders a scotch and soda. The second man remembers something he'd forgotten, and it doubles him over with pain. He falls to the floor, shaking, and then through the floor and into the earth. He looks back up at the first man, but he doesn't call out to him. They're not that close." Ha ha ha ha! Well, it was all in the delivery. Okay, not really. And, well, Fred blee and Wesley blah and she says, "This is only the first layer. Don't you wanna see how deep I go?" and Wesley wakes up in a dark room.