Spike found himself at a bit of a crossroads. On one hand, he was still pissed at, well, everything. Angel and his stupid plan, Wesley getting himself killed, LA going to hell, the bloody wings on his back, Buffy being so domestic-like here, Willow making him wear that damn bloody pink hoodie, and Jack the sodding pirate boyfriend. Not to mention he found out he was apparently some sort of TV character, so chances were any person he ran into was going to know his whole sodding life story, from Pratt to Champion.

Sod it all. He started to follow her. Slowly at first, watching about him, as if Buffy might jump out at any moment and condemn him for wanting to unwind a bit.

"You know what? Just like the old days, Dru. You and me. All Orient as you like."