Angel took a deep breath and then exhaled in a heavy sigh. The oxygen didn't calm him down at all -- oxygen didn't do much of anything to him, really -- but somehow the sigh seemed to help anyway. "Okay. There's got to be a way I can prove it to you. Maybe Willow can do... I don't know, something magicky to show you what's happened. But for now, you have to believe me. The universe is different now, in several ways, but this isn't one of them." He left it at that, since he wasn't exactly dying to talk about how he had a son with Darla and ended up giving the kid away. Besides, it was gonna be hard enough to break the news of Cordy's death to Doyle. The changes to the universe were something they could discuss later. Much, much later.
"Like I said, you're not the first one this has happened to. My friend Wes was resurrected recently, and he didn't know it either. At first. He remembered eventually, so maybe you will too. What we need to figure out is who did this to you, if it's the same person who brought Wesley back or if there's someone new in town screwing with my friends' lives." It didn't seem like the work of the same person; why would she go to the trouble of taking Wes in for months yet dump Doyle randomly onto the streets of LA, after all? If Wesley had been part of a plan to infiltrate his team, it seemed like Doyle was just thrown in on top for fun. But whoever was responsible for it -- whether Marsha or someone else he hadn't yet identified -- they wouldn't get away with it. Angel would find them, and he would take particular pleasure in killing them. That was what happened when you fucked with his friends.