"So you think that perhaps by being creative... by painting a picture, or writing a book or song, or casting a new spell... would be enough to get the Mother's attention?" Wes wonders if it could be that simple.

They... among the little group of fighters remaining... have been fighting hard not to give up hope. But it is a tough battle.

There are those in this room that would never show their bitter feelings to their new friends. But there is one that will. Connor, Angel's son. "So... short-stuff thinks all April has to do is paint a pretty picture and things will be better? Come on... this is moronic."

"Connor..." Wes looks over at the younger man.