Hello? Anyone home?

[Cordelia Chase's voice echoes through the empty shop. There is no storekeeper to greet her, no patrons in sight. Despite knowing better, Cordelia can't help herself. She lets the door swing shut behind hide her, small brass bell ringing with finality as it shuts. Like that, she finds herself on the Astral Plane.]

Okaaaaaay, this was a bad idea!

[She's backing up, hoping the door will bump her back. She could escape then, get back to Angel and warn him of this place.]

Cordelia, you knew better, what were you thinking?! [She scolds herself until her wide brown eyes really take in the gravity of the situation.]

Well crap. Just great. Stuck on some stupid plane, somewhere in some horrible dimension and no one even saw you go in!

[With a frown and crossed arms, she looks over the star scape. Cordelia is not impressed.]

Wesley you better use your giant dorky brain to figure this out and fast! I do NOT want to spend my days here with no salons, no boutiques, no aspirin, and no big broody boss hanging around to keep the creeps away!