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Epilogue
Angel had the strangest feeling. For one thing, he couldn’t remember where he was or how he had gotten there. The last thing he remembered was Buffy . . . sleeping in his arms afterward. But what then? A dark alley, and despair and . . .
And Angel remembered the past four months. He remembered what he had done. And he remembered Buffy killing him.
But he was alive.
And then he realized what the strange feeling was. Angel opened his eyes and for the first time in over two hundred years he felt the sun on his skin.