Gunn sits in his hospital bed, reading a magazine. Angel enters the room and declares, "We have a problem." He explains that the Senior Partners are after Eve, and asks if he has "jurisdiction to protect her." He's concerned about jurisdiction? Yeah, I can't even work up a rant about that. Let's all play along and say, okay, Angel needs an excuse to go talk to Gunn right here, and it isn't really important why. Gunn says that he doesn't know, and Angel tsks at him for reading about "Trista and Ryan's big baby plans." I wonder if Cary felt all depressed because he knew someone else was getting the obligatory pseudo-celebrity namedrop this week. Gunn insists that he can't help, and Angel lectures, "You paid a high price for what's in that brain. So use it." Gunn sighs and describes a "proviso in [Angel's] contract," and I forget about playing along as I try to process the idea that Angel really signed a contract with Wolfram & Hart, and doesn't know what it says. Feh. Anyway, Gunn concludes that Angel can take custody of wayward employees. Then he adds, "I'll make a call." To whom? About what? I mean: hooray, they solved a problem that nobody would have thought twice about if they hadn't brought it up! Whoopee. Angel starts for the door, and then turns back and says, "I know you feel bad about your part in what happened to Fred, and you should. For the rest of your life, it should wake you up in the middle of the night. And it will, because you're a good man." I suspect Angel was thinking, "Ooh, guilt! I know about this! I'm good at this! I finally get to be the expert with Mister Know-It-All, yay!" Angel adds that Gunn just signed a piece of paper, but Gunn says he knew there would be consequences, even if he didn't know what they would be. Angel lectures Gunn about atonement, because he loves doing that, and says that "You can't hide in some hospital room and pretend it's all gonna go away. 'Cause it never will." Okay, he's great at guilt, but maybe Angel should brush up on being reassuring and comforting.
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.