"I have to go, now! I don't feel well." She grabbed her purse and ran out the door and, not bothering to wait for the elevator, down the stairs to the parking garage. Jumping into her car, she drove out and headed for home. The Vanessa Brewer verdict may have come in. Lindsey had told her about the trick Angel had pulled, throwing Vanessa's sunglasses at her, and how she had reached up and pulled them out of the air as they came to her from behind. Just as he was telling the jury how ludicrous the charges against this poor handicapped woman were! Did he lose? And was he going to be punished? She "looked" again when she stopped for a red light. He still had both hands. The vision she had seen the first time she had been in their apartment, or, at that time, his apartment, had not yet happened. She pulled into the parking garage and, this time, waited for the elevator. After all, ten stories was ten stories!

As she had "seen," Lindsey was sitting there, his face white as a sheet. She ran to him, knelt in front of him, and put her arms around him. "What is it? Did you lose? What are they going to do to you?" she managed to gasp. He gave a wry little laugh.

"No, as a matter of fact, I won. Actually, it was a hung jury, so she was acquitted. Everybody is proud of me." But his face showed the irony of that statement. She had never seen him look like this before. "In fact, I get to defend her again—after she kills some kids." The look on his face turned bleak, as if he were marching to the scaffold. In fact, the music that was playing in the apartment right now exactly that, Berlioz' Symphonie Fantastique, fourth movement, March to the Scaffold! To be followed by Dream of a Witches' Sabbath, the fifth movement. She had forgotten to turn the radio off when she left the apartment. How appropriate.

"Who are these kids? Why is she going to kill them?"

He shook his head. "Holland wouldn't tell me. He said the less I knew, the better. He just said to produce a defense, something about her being abused as a child..." his voice dropped off to a whisper. She knew how he felt about kids; when the twins died, he had been heartbroken. In his only act of defiance at W&H, he had absolutely refused to defend a child murderer. Lila had been happy to take over! Suddenly he stood up. "I have to go to him for help. No one else can help me."

"You mean Angel?" she asked, incredulously. He nodded. "I'll go with you."

"No, I have to do this myself. Just stay here and pray for me and especially for those kids, whoever they are." He kissed her sadly and left. She sunk onto the couch.

Five minutes later she headed out the door herself. The trip to St. Malachi's just took a few minutes. Taking ten dollars from her pocketbook, she put it into the candle money box and lit candle after candle for Lindsey and for the children. She looked for Father Brendan, but he had gone on a sick call. Sister Maeve had asked kindly if another priest could help; she refused. Father Brendan knew everything and understood. How could she explain any of this to another priest? As she left, she passed the religious gift store. In the window, almost like some sort of an omen, were two gold Claddagh rings, a man's and a woman's. Each of them had a ruby for the heart. She walked into the shop.

"Hello, Rosemary," the owner said. "What can I do for you?"

"The rings in the window. May I see them?" She slipped on the smaller ring. It fit perfectly on her wedding finger. The larger, she knew, was Lindsey's size. "I'll take these, please. Can they be engraved? When can I have them?"

"Day after tomorrow. What would you like them to say?"

"The same inscription in both, please. Imzadi," she hesitated, ready to spell it for him, but he was writing it down exactly. "You know that word?" He nodded. Then she noticed a copy of Imzadi II on the counter next to him. "Then ‘Even death can't part us now.'" He recognized that, too, humming the song from West Side Story as he wrote it down. She wrote a check for the amount he requested and, taking her receipt, thanked him and left. She had just bought their wedding rings.

Although she knew Lindsey would be home eventually, she worried until he came in. Without a word, he kissed her and then began to make love to her, slowly, gently, as if he feared it would be the last time and wanted to remember every second. Afterwards they lay holding each other for a long time, unable to sleep. Finally they both drifted off.

In the morning, Lindsey dressed carefully. He checked his watch against the telephone number which gives the exact time at least a dozen times. He looked terrible but resolute. After a long, long look at her face and a gentle but lingering kiss, he left.

Rosemary went to work, stopping at the church to light another dozen candles. She did her work mechanically. Rob came in and put his hand on her forehead to see if she was feverish, she looked so distressed. Dennis also came in, bringing her a chai from Starbucks that he had gone out to get for her during a particularly long selection. Just before lunchtime, a feeling of sheer terror suddenly came upon her. She "saw" Lindsey, the left side of his face and his shirt splashed with blood. But it wasn't his blood; it was Lee's! Lee had been shot dead while he stood next to Lindsey. Thank God it wasn't Lindsey! Rosemary thought. Then, ashamed of herself because she hadn't given a thought to the man who had died, she ran into the ladies' room and vomited. When she came out, Rob had her coat and purse. He didn't say a word, just drove her home and took a taxi back to the station. She sat on the sofa, numb, until the phone rang. It was Lindsey, calling her from Angel's office.

"Are you all right? Did they do anything to you? Do you still..." have both hands, she wanted to say, but stopped. He didn't notice.

"They killed Lee. I despised him, but I wouldn't have wished that on him or anyone."

Except maybe Holland, was his unspoken thought. "I have to go now so we can rescue those kids. I'll be home as soon as I can."

"I love you. And I'll pray for you and the children. Tell Angel I'll pray for him, too."

She did. Another trip to the church and more candles. Father Brendan saw her there and knelt beside her. He could see that she didn't want to talk, so he just prayed for her and her beloved. Afterward, she asked if there were any way she & Lindsey could be married without all of the usual procedures, the counseling, the reading of the banns, etc.

"I shouldn't do that, but, if you have a valid license, I will. I realize there are special circumstances." Father Brendan had once considered becoming an exorcist but knew he didn't have the stomach for it. However, he understood evil and knew that Lindsey, although not evil himself, was in the middle of it. Poor Rosemary!

She headed home. She had just been there a minute when Lindsey came in. He looked awful; someone had given him a pounding. Vanessa Brewer? But he had a smile on his face. "We got the kids out. And I think she's dead. Angel killed her." After holding her tight for a minute, he sadly let her go. "I have to go back to Wolfram now. Even though I made copies of these discs, I'm not sure we'll ever be safe. Better to face it now than later."

"Lindsey, let's get married. Tomorrow. Please."

He nodded. "I'll have to hurry up the license, but I can do that. So you know I'll be alive tomorrow. Did you ‘see' me?" She nodded. "All right. See if Rob & Janice can be there. Maybe even Dennis. I'll be home as soon as I can." With a kiss, he left.

About an hour later the phone rang. It was Lindsey. "Darling, can you come over to the office right away? Please. It's important. Sorry, I have to go now." Rosemary was perplexed. He had never let her come anywhere near the office. Something was wrong. Was he being forced to do this? She couldn't ‘see' anything; the sight couldn't be turned on and off like a faucet. What should she do? Grabbing her coat, she ran out and hailed a taxi.

Walking into the lobby, she told a security guard that she was looking for Lindsey. "He's in 507. No, wait, 1001. He was just moved to another office. One of the bigger ones." A cold chill ran up her back, but she took the elevator to 10. As she opened the closed doors to his office, she saw Lindsey sitting there, his back to the door, looking out the window on the City of Angels.

"Rosemary! What are you doing here?"

"You called me. No. You didn't, did you? What's going on?" Suddenly they were in each other's arms. They removed just as much of their clothing as was absolutely necessary and made love, no, had sex, on his desk. From one of the monitors in his office, Holland, Lila beside him, watched with a smug grin on his face.   His imitation of Lindsey's voice had been perfect.   Then he pushed a button and the colorless, odorless, basically harmless but extremely potent aphrodisiac gas was cleared from the room. It was replaced by a mild anesthetic gas. After they were asleep, a security guard came in and dressed them, placing Lindsey in his chair.    A man in a white lab coat gave Rosemary a shot in each arm. The taxi driver who had brought Rosemary to the building was waiting outside. He accepted the very generous tip from the security guard and took Rosemary home, leaving her on the couch in her living room and replacing her keys in her purse.   He also removed the call from Wolfram & Hart from the caller ID.   There would be no memory for either of them of what had just happened, but Rosemary was now pregnant. Their doom had come upon them, but it would take months to come to fruition.