Despite the funeral being hours away, Wes couldn't help but study the pit.

"These are some very large runes. My guess is that they tap directly into the Senior Partners' energies."

Angel stood back, not wishing to tempt fate at this point.

"I thought I saw tentacles. Jasmine?"

Wes shook his head.

"Holding even a renegade Power would be more trouble than even they could want. No. I think that as it awoke, it thrashed about so quickly that its motions seemed snake-like. There is a way to gain a clue, though."

"Lemme guess. Its dangerous."

"Not quite. Its just requires some concentration. Before our correspondence abruptly ceased, Willow told me of this spell. It won't always provide the solution. Usually, the best one can hope for is a pointer."

Angel almost felt like breathing.

"Considering that they could have pulled this thing in from anywhere, in any dimension, a pointer would be nice."

Wes concentrated, and held out an opened hand while chanting under his breath. Suddenly, of all things, a comic book appeared. He stared at it.

"I think we should go upstairs. Far upstairs."

He handed Angel the comic book. It was 'Superman #75', the memorable issue which featured the death of the hero at the hands of an unstoppable creature. Angel shook, just a bit.

"Wes, I don't care about the rest of this place. But the pit gets maxed-out on security, ASAP. No delays."