Angel and Wesley are in Angel's kitchen, admiring a shiny new dagger. Wesley says that it can be used to kill a Kek demon. Angel points out that Kek demons are extinct, much to Wesley's chagrin. Suddenly there's a buzzing noise, and Cordelia calls, "They're done! Nobody touch!" Angel explains that Cordy is baking brownies. Wesley says, "Is that what I smell? I thought I'd tracked something in." Cordy struggles to cut the brownies, which she describes as being "full of nutty goodness." Cordy puts down the knife she was using and begins hacking away at the brownies with the Kek-slaying dagger. Wesley jumps out of his seat and complains, "That is not appropriate!" He whines, "Angel, make her stop," and suggests that Cordy's cooking may have a "corrosive effect" on the blade. Cordelia is not amused, and begins waving the knife in Wesley's direction. Wesley says that the brownies smell funny. Cordy says that maybe the yucky smell is Wesley's cologne. Why the hell is Wesley wearing cologne to hang out with Cordy and Angel? Angel, trying to calm things down, says, "Cordelia! Doyle! I mean, um, Wesley." Long, awkward pause. Angel finally asks them to stop fighting and mopes off to another room. If Cordy and Doyle had ever argued that way, Angel's faux pas might have seemed more plausible.
In a suburban house, complete with a white picket fence, a brother and sister are fighting. Just like Wesley and Cordelia. Only not quite as annoying. The boy, Ryan, claims that his sister, Stephanie, took one of his cards, and tries to grab her coloring book as retribution. Mom enters and tells them it's bedtime. The kids whine some more, and then Dad comes in as the synthesizer of foreboding warbles. "It's time for bed," Dad says with a complete lack of emotion. Mom tucks her son in and closes his bedroom door. She turns around to find Dad behind her, and asks, "Do we have to?" Dad padlocks Ryan's door without answering as the ominous warbling reaches ear-splitting volume. Credits.
Cordelia wanders into Angel's office and asks him, "Pretend to read any good books lately?" No, that didn't make sense to me, either. "You called him Doyle," Cordy says, in case Angel hadn't been paying attention to those noises that come out of his mouth from time to time. Angel says that he hopes Wesley's feelings weren't hurt. Cordy responds, "Oh, who cares about him? This is about Doyle. You never say his name." Please see recaps for evidence of exactly how untrue that is. It won't take long, since Angel mentioned Doyle by name in the very last episode. Cordy insists that Angel doesn't have to be "Joe Stoic" for her sake, and that it's okay to mention Doyle. Angel concedes that he misses Doyle. Whew, glad we resolved that. He goes on to say, "I've been around death before. A lot. I've lost people, I've killed people." "And you are dead," Cordy notes. Angel expresses guilt for Doyle's death, Cordy says that it wasn't Angel's fault. Cordy says that it hurts. Angel agrees. Cordy clarifies that what hurts is yet another vision, which I hope means that this bit of emotional delving is over with. Cordy sees little Ryan coloring, Dad looming, and their house number, 1256.
Moments? Hours? Days? later, Angel & Wesley pull up in front of the house in the Angelmobile. They immediately spot young Ryan, out for a walk in his pajamas. Ryan begins to cross the street as squealing tires indicate an approaching car. Angel runs out, grabs Ryan, and dives to safety on the grassy curb. Angel asks if the kid is okay. Ryan says that he is, and then tells Angel, "You're bleeding. Are you gonna cry?" Angel examines the scrape on his arm. I'm not sure how he managed to tear his jacket and scrape up his shoulder by rolling on the grass. It must be that special jagged kind of grass they have in California. Anyway, Angel ponders this question and says, "I don't think so. I don't know. Let me think. Uh, no... Yeah... No... No, not gonna cry!" Ryan chuckles. Okay, that was reasonably cute. Angel asks why Ryan was taking a moonlight stroll, but just then Dad starts shouting. He runs out and grabs Ryan, telling him, "You know better than this! Say thank you to the nice man." Shrill music alerts us that Evil Is Afoot. Then Mom join the crowd, and tearfully thanks Angel. Dad offers a less enthusiastic thank you. Angel calls Ryan a "scamp," immediately alerting the family that he's two hundred years old. Mom notices the horrific wound Angel received from their suburban lawn, and insists that Angel comes inside to be patched up. Dad appears to be displeased. No one comments on the British twerp who is presumably watching this whole scene from a parked car across the street, perhaps because they're distracted by the blipvert.
Mom worries that Angel may need stitches, and provides some exposition indicating that the family has moved around a lot. Dad announces that Ryan has gone to sleep. Mom, whose name is Paige, keeps thanking Angel, and suggests that they can repay him by having her husband, Seth, give him some advice about investments. Dad must be evil; he's named Seth. And he's an investment counselor. Angel asks how Ryan managed to wander out into the street. Seth says, "Climbed out the window," in matter-of-fact tones. Paige adds, "We have burglar bars, but he must be able to fit between. We didn't think of that; didn't even bother checking." Angel probes, asking if Ryan might have been trying to get away from something. "What would he have to get away from in his own house?" Seth asks in as menacing a way as possible. Outside, Wesley picks through the garbage, where he finds pizza boxes, a baby doll, and a memo to Warner Brothers describing something called "subtlety." Wesley pokes the doll, which squeaks, "Mama," causing him to drop his flashlight and recoil in another bit of physical non-comedy. Upon picking up his flashlight, he notices some green stains on the side of the house. The marks of the killer grass, trying to claw it's way inside! Seth lights a cigarette, as yet another indicator that he's evil. He asks Angel if the cigarette bothers him. When Angel says it doesn't, Seth says, "Lot of health nuts these days, you know? Like anyone needs to live forever." Angel says, "No one needs that." Memo to the writers: I know I said I liked Angel better when he made jokes, but that's only true if the jokes are actually funny.