"I want him back," said Drusilla, in a voice filled with knives and needles. She wanted him back so desperately that it hurt. And not just because it was right. Because Cordelia's chest was filled with so much love that even Drusilla, who had adored him, was startled by it.

"Who are you?" she said, taking his - but not his, not really - arm to help ease the journey through the halls of the hotel.