Some fun. She swore that it was safe. Now look at us. Dead or dying. I just know I'm going to be the last one alive, as Charles keeps throwing up blood, even as he tries to shake Wesley awake, even we all can tell he's dead, even from back here. "We all" meaning Angel and I. Not much for the spectacular team. I envy Angel's not need to breath as I drown in the blood- spiked rain, the metallic taste taking over my senses. The worst thing is, I never got to tell her and now I never will. I never got the chance to give her the micro-chip with the technology of LISA, only small enough so that it wouldn't be noticeable and could be embedded under the skin.

She insisted that I go with her, with them, that I could help them, or at least get a buzz off the adrenalin she lives on. And now I'm dying, choking on the rain and bleeding from dozens of cuts, most of them internal, my hand holding tightly into her dead one, that has already grown stiff as Gunn dies in the arms of his already dead lover.

But soon I'll be gone, along with the rest of them.