The men's room near the Danger Shop, 5:31 FHT

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After waking up from the nightmare in detention, Logan's heart was pounding and his stomach churning. He managed to make it to a toilet before he vomited.

He clung to the porcelin with sweaty, shaking hands as he puked up everything in his stomach and kept on going. At least it wasn't blood, he thought, as a wave of relief and retching hit him at the same moment.

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"But Angelus is you?" Logan asked, shaking out his bruised hand.

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Angel took out a hankerchef and wetted it down with cool water from the sink. He wrang it out and held it out for Logan to use on his hand if he wanted.

"Angelus is who I became when I was turned," Angel said. "But he's not who I was when I was mortal. That person died."

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Logan wrapped the handkerchief around his hand. "What were you like then?" he asked curiously.

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Angel turned around to lean against the sinks. A self-deprecating smile touched his lips. "Drunk. When not drunk, hung over. Slept with anything with legs. No job. No prospects." He placed a hand over his heart in mock-pride. "Everything my father wanted me to be."

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Logan smiled. "And then you died and became Angelus?"

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"Yep," Angel said. He felt the coolness of the sink seep into his hands. "When I woke up, that's who I was."

He looked at Logan. "My sister named me. When I showed up at the door she thought I was an angel, come back from the dead."

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