Angel closed the door of his room. He had already sent the others home just in case Darla did come tonight. Climbing into bed, he switched off the light and closed his eyes. However, he did not sleep.
A few minutes after midnight, he heard the door click open and soft footfalls on the carpet.
“There’s my boy,” whispered Darla as she pulled out the sleeping powder.
Angel felt her climb on top of him and heard her unscrew the lid.
“Now, just a bit of this and you’ll sleep well.”
As her hand drifted over his face, Angel’s eyes flew open and he grabbed her wrist.
“Angel!” she gasped. “How – “
“I paid a visit to your resurrectors. Tell me, what exactly didn’t you understand about ‘dust to dust’?”
“Angel, let go of me!” she exclaimed.
“Not until you give me some answers. Why did they bring you back?” he demanded.
“Let go of me!”
“Why did they bring you back?”
Darla stopped struggling. “The apocalypse,” she murmured.