For a moment or two after Doyle finished speaking, Angel just stared at him in silence. He could usually tell when people were lying to him, and this guy? Wasn't. It really was Doyle. But what the hell was he talking about -- surviving 'last night,' switching out the universe, asking if Cordy was okay, swimming in the ocean for five years? Angel scrubbed a hand over his face and sighed. "Okay, uh, you might wanna sit down for this." Stepping closer, he got to work unbinding Doyle's hands and feet. "You didn't survive that night. You passed your visions onto Cordelia, and then you sacrificed yourself. I tried to stop you, but I couldn't get to you in time. I -- I watched your body disintegrate, Cordy and I both did. It happened. This universe is real. Well, most of it." But now probably wasn't the best time to try to explain Connor. "I work here now. And Cordelia... is a very long story." His hand lingered on Doyle's arm once he finished with the bindings, still in shock that he was touching a live and very much not-burnt-to-a-crisp Doyle. "I know this must be hard to believe, but you're actually not the first one it's happened to. Let's go up to my office, I'll try to explain everything there."