Racing to find a place for my soul ... Or at least a place that's less familiar

Phoebe had spread out a blanket on the floor of their main room and laid out a nice picnic set-up. She lit some candles and dimmed the lights. She put in a CD of seductive relaxing music and sat down to wait.

She and Cole hadn't had any quiet time alone since they had gotten back together and she had decided that they needed down time together.

After seeking out Angel and confronting Cole on the roof, Phoebe had a lot of emotions running through her. When Cole shimmered them from the roof to the Attic, the first thing Phoebe did was lock up the dagger in her steamer trunk. She then turned to Cole, and not able to stop herself, she threw herself at him and just held him to her tightly.

So many things had happened in the last few months and right now, she didn't care about any of them. The only thing that mattered was this moment... Angel had helped her save Cole.

She pulled Cole to the bed and sat down with him and then turned to look at him. She ran a hand through his head, just studying him for a long moment.

"Are you okay," she finally asked.

Talking to him about how he was helped keep the reaction from the premonition at bay.