"I am sure." Fred looked down at the floor; she didn't want to go into the why or the how. She just hoped Cordelia would understand that there was a truth and surety to her words. She finally looked up at the fashionista.
"I have to do something, and I'm not proud of it." Fred settled down by her friend. "I have to fulfill a deal with a demon. I haven't told Sam, or anyone else. I don't want to do it. I didn't want to do it. Thought that two magical types who seem kind of powerful, though I hadn't really seen them do anything but I guessed it, they were certainly confident. They could have done something, but they didn't. They wanted to do the whole deal thing. I don't like the deal. I don't think I can even fulfill it, and I'm afraid of telling Sam because he hunts them. Demons and all that. So, I don't know what to do."
She sighed softly, hating herself for dumping this on her friend who didn't remember all that Fred herself did. But, someone had to know. Maybe Cordelia could help. Maybe she could get a vision, something, anything.