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Back in LA.
Thank God that Dawn's here. I found her sleeping on the couch when I finally got to my flat. It's a good thing that the landlord let her in or she'd have had to wait outside.

So I'm staying in LA, with Angel.
Anything to make sure that I can help with the big fight.

Oh God, it's unfair.
Fred's an innocent, she should be out in the park, smooching with Percy. Not being used as a shell by some two bit wannabe god that doesn't even realize how wonderful she is ... was...

Was that how vampires are? Demons using the dead human's body like a shell, like parasites? I always thought of me as William, but am I?
What's the soul, is the soul me? Or am I the demon, sharing living accomodations with William's old soul?

I hate thinking, brooding, ...

I need a drink, and not one of those bleeding toy things they sell on the plane, a real bottle of Jack, but if I get drunk, who'll take care of Dawn? And what if Illyria tries something again?

If I bounce my head against the wall enough times, will it all go away?

Please?