It was easy to get a cab, even at this hour of the morning when darkness still filled the sky, daylight still being a few hours off. After the driver placed my baggage into the trunk of the cab I settled into the back seat. Willow had not given me directions to the hotel or the address so all I had was the name of the place. After telling the driver the hotel which I wished to be taken to, he seemed to know the one I mentioned, the cab pulled from the curb moving easily along the streets.
The driver finally eased the cab up to the curb outside a building which I was assuming was the Hyperion. After my things had been taken from the trunk of the cab I paid the man his fare, which he took eagerly before returning to the vehicle and taking off down the street.
Turning slowly to face the building I saw the sign which let me know I was indeed at the right hotel. Gripping the handles of my bags, one now held in each hand, I lifted them as I took that first step toward the doors of the hotel wondering if this Angel Willow mentioned was there or if I would just simply get a room for myself and wait for Willow, Rupert and the others to arrive.
(Open to any at the Hyperion. This is a couple hours after Willow and Spike's phone conversation)