"We're going to London?"

"Yes," Wesley said, looking up from this book. "That's where the prophecy says a child will be born with a jewel in its hand."

"Ouch." Cordelia winced. She jumped off her seat. "I need to start packing. Oh my god, the shopping... I mean, the battling of evil, that I'll be able to do there."

"When does this happen?" Wesley looked up to see Angel standing by the door.

"In two days time."

"Yeah, that's a problem."

"You don't fly."

"Well of course he doesn't fly." Cordelia rolled her eyes at Wesley. "He's a vampire not Superman."

"I don't go by plane. There's no way to escape the sunlight."

Cordelia looked thoughtful. "They give you blankets in first class. We could cover you..."

"And if it's light when we land..." Wesley said.

"So how did you get to America in the first place?" Cordelia frowned at Angel. "You being European and all."

"By boat. In - um - a crate."

"Couldn't afford a cabin on the boat deck, huh?"

"Not exactly, no."

"Well, it is a problem. No boat is going to get you to London in two days." Wesley closed the book and stood. "I'll go alone, obtain the jewel and bring it back."

"Ahem, and when he says alone, what he means is with his partner - don't get ideas on that score either - the brave and resourceful Cordelia Chase."

Angel looked first at her, then at Wesley, then back at her.

"Yeah, because I'm certain nothing can possibly go wrong with that plan."