Spike stayed out of sight for a good long time, watching her from behind a tree. A familiar situation he had with Buffy, but nothing quite the same. He was trying to decide his course of action. Playing his old self on the journals was easy. He'd never manage it in person. Not with her mind. Her perceptions. Her knowing.

He tucked the stake tightly into a pocket in his jacket. Tossed away the cigarette. Made his approach.

"Lucy should learn to keep track of what she's lost."