" - Angel, you'd better see this."

    "See what?"

Wesley steps into Milliways.

There's a bar. There's Faith and Spike and Angel and some demons of a species he doesn't recognize.

He stares down the Angel and Faith.

"What are they?"

"Said they're from some kind of other universe."

"I see."

The other Angel appears in the closet and stares in at them.

"Wyndam-Pryce?"

You know him?

That's the watcher who got himself killed in like a month. The one I was sending invoices.

"I don't believe we've met."

"Pleased to meet you, then, I'm Matt. This is Milliways, it's a bridge between dimensions. We're from another Earth."

"I knew you. Or, uh, met you. When you were a Watcher in Sunnydale, assigned to the Slayer Karen Teller."

"I'm afraid I'm not familiar. I was assigned to Buffy Summers and Faith Lehane."

"Never seen you before in my life."

"In our timeline Summers died in Los Angeles in the summer of 1996 and never lived in Sunnydale."

"How did it go in yours?"

"I understand that Summers destroyed Sunnydale around two months ago."

"Ours isn't in great shape by now either. It got overrun by Darth Vader and some pirates."

"Oh, everyone got out of Dodge first. More or less a ghost town by the time we closed the hellmouth. You were there, by the way," he says, pointing at Faith.

"Wicked."

"How do you safely close a hellmouth?"

"I don't know that anyone said anything about it being safe."

"All right, how do you dangerously close a Hellmouth?"

"Well, Angel? You're the one who brought the trinket. Your lawyer friends tell you where it came from, or did you just take their word for it that everything was on the up and up?"

"I'm still not clear on why we're talking to these people."