"I flew over the Gobi Desert once," Cordelia commented idly as she flipped through the pages of the book. They were old. Soft yet brittle. She ran her fingers down the spine and glanced up at Angel. "There wasn't much to see." With a flash of a smile she was moving toward the office, book still in her hands.
"Any clue who's behind this, or do all roads lead to Evil, Incorporated?" she asked as she went into the office to put the tome away for safe keeping for the time being.
"Oh!" There was a shuffling sound as Cordelia moved quickly back to the doorway, peering out at Angel. "I almost forgot! Did you talk to the PTB about this whole agony every time I have a vision thing? You know I'm not a complainer, but it's really starting to suck a lot. I don't suppose they're planning on fixing the problem?"