The infant in question, resting easily on his father's hip, gurgles at the slayer, his little face twisting into something unpleasant, like he just took an unexpected bite out of something sour. His father very nearly grins at the expression. Connor's half-vampire. It's no surprise he would find being in the presence of a vampire slayer a little uncomfortable and unwanted.

Angel looks over his shoulder for Cordelia – or even Elena. (He'd hand his child over to Elena for a few minutes, at least until Cordelia could be spotted.) He doesn't see either one of them.

"Not a freaky dream or a nightmare. Just your standard dimensional mix up."