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[tact]

The ground floor of the Hyperion is abandoned, except for the lonely figure of Cordelia sitting at the desk behind the counter. Doodling on a pad, she feels restless and very wide awake. Without being hit with a vision, let alone a painful one, she's felt incredibly on edge; she's used to them occurring after a certain amount of days and weeks, of when the weather looks a little green in the sky, but going without them for so long gives her a reason to worry.

It's a slow adjustment, going from months of migraines to merely seeing something play out before her eyes like a mere memory. Painless, it gives Cordelia a sense of an anxious layer sitting on her shoulders; where there are no consequences, there is always trouble. In her case, it's always very big trouble. Cordelia Chase can deal with trouble, but her sleeping clock cannot.

So sitting at the desk with her head leaning against her closed fist while she draws circles and images from past visions she still has saved inside her head, she doesn't hear nor sense anyone else in the room. Angel's locked up brooding in a corner while Fred draws on even more walls while Gunn and Wesley watch her adoringly from afar. It's all fun and games, and it's a breath of necessary fresh air, but Cordelia can't enjoy it as much as she normally would. Something horrible is coming. She doesn't need the Spidey Senses the Powers have given her to know that. What it happens to be, though, she can't quite put her finger on it, and that is what truly keeps her up on most nights; trying to foresee something before they are ready to let her see it. It's a migraine in the making.

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Time had passed, weeks became months and months to years. Allen Francis Doyle had gone out in a blaze of glory that earned him a place amongst the higher powers. He had fulfilled his destiny to be more then just the messenger. It took a long time before he found himself with any say in anything, and that's when he started to hear the whispers.

Life was boring in the afterlife but hearing that the new Seer might birth Jasmine in the future. He couldn't stand for that. Because A, he thought Jasmine was a bitch if he had ever seen one and B, no higher power was worth the cost of Cordelia's life. He had befriended one of the older powers, since Doyle was the only one young enough and bored enough to offer to play card games with any of the powers he had found himself in the good graces of the old spirit, it didn't take too long to get some details on what was happening and how to stop it.

The cost would be he could no longer pull strings from the Higher powers side to help Angel and Cordy, the plus. He would be there to help them. A few more years to try and set things right and stop Jasmine. 'You cant tell them Francis, If you do the terms are void and you will return to us a mere servent again' he had been warned before being sent back, landing in the Quintessa where he had died it took about a couple weeks for the ship to return to LA, the captian was spooked to say the least to see the man who had died on his ship returned, claiming to have no memories of anything past the door being locked. Best to play dumb then admit to anything.

It had taken a few more days past getting to LA to find out the old office was gone and Angel had moved to a new building not only with new workers but a little more upscale then they had been back when he was an active part of the team. Standing before the door he straightened his jacket some before taking a breath and walking through the door. A hotel's a hotel even if it's one owned by your friends.

"Hey, anybody here? Whose a fella gotta talk ta 'bout gettin' a room?" Humor, it was alwats his way of handling any situation. A smile across his face as he stood there looking at the lovely princess behind the counter.