After an exhaustive effort that had taken just about every power he possessed, Ty had finally made it into the medical wing of Wolfram and Hart, with a mental note to acquire a teleporting power, and to his ultimate goal.
He peered through the window, watching the baby sleep peacefully, and though he was tired, he weaved another illusion through the hallways of the hospital wing as he opened the door to the room and stepped inside to collect his little soldier.
Ty carefully wrapped the little boy up in his blankets, cradling him gently in his arms. He left the room swiftly, there was no need to linger after all, but curiousity got the better of him and he paused in the doorway to Faith's room.
Faith lay against the pillows, purple bruises beneath her eyes, skin deathly pale, almost translucent. An IV hooked into her arm and a nasal cannular under her nose. Her chest rose and fell steadily, aided by the machines.
The little boy whimpered a little, a tiny arm reaching out of the blankets in the direction of Faith, and Ty looked down in surprise.
"Soon enough, little one," he soothed quietly.
Smirking slightly at the state the Slayer had been left in, Ty turned to leave, dodging any staff with some misplaced thoughts and illusions.
As he walked out of the main doors of Wolfram and Hart, a final instruction to wipe any memory of the baby in the minds of any involved.
Success.