As Fred laid in her new bed that first night in Angel’s hotel, songs she had forgotten while in Pylea came back to her and provided a soundtrack for her memories. Song’s like Duran Duran’s Hungry Like the Wolf played every time she thought of when she first laid eyes on Angel. His body was twisted into that of the demon that lived inside him, but she had sensed that he would be her savior. She’d been right.
The montage of moments played on the screen in her head as she drifted off to sleep and Bonnie Tyler’s Holding Out for a Hero played over them. For five years she’d held out, clinging to who she was by the thinnest of threads, but her hero had finally come. The handsome man had saved her from the monsters. She hoped she’d be able to return the favor one day.