Gwen
Gwen arrived back at her apartment at LA and packed more of her stuff in her bags. She locked up and set the alarm on her house, then flipped out her cell phone and dialled in Angel's number.
"Angel Investigations, we help the helpless," Cordy's voice came chirping happily down the line.
"Hey Cordelia, you wanna get Angel for me? It's Gwen."
"Yeah, I guess. Hold on... ANGEL! GWEN!" Cordelia screamed, not bothering to take the phone away from her mouth.
Gwen winced and rubbed her ear.
"Gwen?"
"Ah, hello, Dark Avenger. Look, I'm skipping town for a bit, I'm not sure how long, but I was just hoping... if Mordred calls you looking for me, which I doubt he would... but can you just not tell him where I am."
"And where are you? Or where are you going to go?"
"I don't know... I'll work that out when I get there."
"Take care of yourself."
"That I will."
Gwen hung up and hopped back into her car. She drove to OKC, non stop, and found a hotel to stay in and collapsed on the bed, tired.