"I'm not sure if vampire senses are really helping right now with a place that's magically messed with," Angel pointed out to Doyle. "The floors smell...completely different from one another, like they are in completely different places instead of just different parts of the same house. It doesn't make any sense to me at all." He didn't like it, either.

"Flaming, monstrous, skeletal demons?" Angel asked. "Sounds like your average Tuesday." With that, he turned around and started to lead the way to the armory that he had found, opening it up with the key that he had when they got there.