He doesn't hear her at first, too used to thinking he's heard her when she's not really there. It's not until he turns around, still basked in the bright light of day, does he see cause enough to reconsider his reflexive dismissal of her voice; for while he tends to think he hears her, he doesn't usually see her. Of course, if time has been rewound to a point before the events that led up to literal hell on earth, then she would be here. As herself, as she should be, just like Gunn and Wes had appeared to be.

Angel wants to trust this, wants to just jump right back into his old life and live it as fully as possible, but— It's in his nature to doubt, to question, to disbelieve.

"I might've actually made things right for once."

Which doesn't make a lick of sense to anyone but him, he realizes, but it's the truth. The possible truth. Maybe he didn't screw up royally this time.