"Uh... he might already be out of town, actually. He left a note for me on Monday, and it said he'd be gone by the time I read it." Suddenly Angel felt like the world's biggest idiot. Why hadn't he gone after Spike as soon as he found the note? Why hadn't he thought of the First Evil, or anything else that could've been influencing Spike's actions? All he had thought about was himself. He really had been a jerk lately. Hell, he should have seen this coming a mile away, and instead Angel hadn't realized what was going on until he had his face rubbed in it. Spike was right; he'd been so caught up in thinking about his own issues -- the situation with Beth, Wesley's resurrection -- that he was oblivious to everything else. "Damn it," Angel cursed under his breath, getting up from the couch. "I don't know where he went... but I'll find him. I won't stop looking until I do."