Angel cradled the phone against his ear, looking out the window as Spike dozed in the seat across from him in the jet.
"Back to the mother country, then?" Faith asked. "Well, for Spike."
"Yeah," Angel replied.
"Hey, after you save Fred, you should hit up the West End, take in a show," Faith said, trying to keep it light so as not to depress him.
"I've never seen Les Mis," Angel mused.
"Trust me, half way through the first act, you'll be drinking humans again," Faith scoffed.
"I can't lose her, Faith," Angel said quietly.
"You won't."
"I lost Buffy."