Angle's pristine little apartment was slowly deteriorating into a state of chaos to match his iner turmoil. Clothes, furniture and object he has collected over the years lay broken and discarded around the room.
The door to the refrigerator has been torn off by inhuman strength. The supply of blood that could sustain him for three weeks no longer exists. all that is left is a collection of empty plastic bags tossed around the kitchen.
Angle has lost his soul.
But wait. What is that under the table? Could it be? YES! IT IS! ANGEL HAS FOUND HIS LEFT SHOE!!!!
All visage of chaos and madness leaves his face. He went from Beast to Man.
"I should own more than one pair of shoes..." Angel said to himself as he ran out the door 2 and a half hours late for a date with Buffy.
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