A/N Dedicated to Allen Francis Doyle from Angel.

     Jazz is in his vehicle mode,close-by where Amber is sharing stories with other prengant mexican women at a park. it's been at least an month since they had relocated to a different state. Ironhide, Jazz, and Amber are in Mexico,  obivously.  The place where poor Ironhide had trouble finding a gas station and unable to understand other humans. The World Wide Web didn't have all the answers.

       Amber can understand what the women are saying in their first language.

      "I cannot believe your husband went all that trouble for a muffin!" Amber said, with a giggle.

  "No, it was not a muffin," The pregnant mexican woman,Miranda Oscar told Amber, in spanish. "It was a donkey."

       There is two mexican women who were chatting  with her.

   "Spike or Angel?"  Pilar Alonso, the second pregnant woman, asks Amber.

  Amber looks at Pilar,  puzzled by what she is saying.

   "No." Amber shook her head, rubbing her stomach. Before being pregnant, Amber had this slim, attractive figure so it makes her pregnant stomach bigger than usual.  "I am not picking those names for my child."     

    Jazz  has a bug attached on Amber's purse.

   "Mrs. Brookes, we mean who's your favorite character from Angel."  Miranda clarifys  for her.

  Amber does not neccassarily know what Miranda is talking about, as shown by her confused face.

  "Really?" Miranda tilts her head.

 Amber nods.

  "Never seen it." Amber sadly said, shaking her head.

  Miranda and Pilar are stunned.

 "Spike and Angel are Vampires." Pilar tells Amber. Pilar saw Amber's face turn bedsheet white. Pilar smiles at the face-draining. "Doyle is part demon. Don't worry,--" Pillar laughs. "Angel has a soul. And he is no where near capable to be compared with shiny-too-powerful-Edward-killing.Angel "

   Jazz looks up the definition of demons.

 "Not the kind that posseses you." Pilar  waves her left hand. "It...Looks differently from us."

     Demons can possess humans? Jazz thought. I thought they were personal problems.

 "There's more to you than meets the eye." Miranda adds.

  Amber gives Miranda a strange, queerly look.

 "No!" Miranda then cried, waving her hands,  "I was quoting Doyle--The young Demon could have sacrificed himself. Not Doyle!"

   Miranda shook her fist at the sky.

  "It shouldn't have been the irish demon, he shouldn't have died!"

   These girls are stranger than Mary and Selena, Amber thought to herself.

  "If my David had seen it..." Amber tells the women, tipping the rim of her hat back up. "He would have forced me to watch it in three days--give or take two seasons with in between breaks."

  The two women laugh.

 "R-r--really?" Pilar asks, taking out a drink from her big-bulky bag.

 Amber looks over to see teenagers were painting graffiti all over Jazz.

  "He introduced a robot to Underworld," Amber then turns her attention back towards Pilar and Miranda. "If he could do that; convert an alien into a vampire fan.David could do anything he set his mind to--even going out into war and do what was right."

   Pilar gasps.

 "What War was he in?" Pilar asks.

   Amber leans back, sipping her drink via straw.

 "Operation Desert Storm."

 Jazz's searches on the inter-webs came up with more information about a possible, oncoming World War 3 instead of Desert Storm. Humans really get  ancy on wars. Haven't they had enough wars against other to begin with? The conversation these women were having seemed to be rather interesting. The Autobot got bits and pieces of their conversation as he looked up this TV show "Angel".

 "What does Alonso mean?" Amber asks Pilar, just out of her curiosity.

  "Ready for the battle." Pilar said.

 Amber smiles.

 "Mary would have liked it, gone quite well together..." Amber's hands are trembling. Amber then begins crying into her hands. The grief that Amber had initially gotten over had suddenly swarmed back in.  Her friends had been with Amber from High School to college.  "A...ala...ala...Allon-sy, Alonso."

  Miranda and Pilar hug the sad Italian woman.

 ::Jazz. Give me directions to the nearest gas station!::

::Hold up, Hide,::

::I need oil.:

 ::Follow the traffic road.::

 ::Jazz, where is the nearest Gas station!::

  Jazz laughs, activating his hologram. He rolls down his windows.

  "Kids, think before you use graffiti." Jazz gives the boys a little bit of advice. "You just vandalized my armor!"

  The kids stare at Jazz's hologram.

 "AHH!"  The first boy shrieks. "It's Seely Booth, Run!"

The first boy runs away fast as his feet could carry him.

 "AH IT'S ANGELUS!" The Second boy runs after the first boy through the crowd.

 The third boy, just stood there gaping at Jazz's hologram.

 ::Ironhide!::

 The third boy then dashes once he saw Jazz's hologram yell out a name as though he was calling on a phone.

 :: And you just found out:. I  may have 'used' your hologram...::

  Jazz rolls up his windows.

::Change holograms, now.:: Jazz demands Ironhide to reverse the change.

  Oh, but Ironhide may have conditions for that.

 ::Give me directions to the nearest gas station. then  I will:: Ironhide bides his advantage.

  Jazz sighs, giving up on playing this charade on Ironhide.

::Fine, here's the directions...: