And she stared up at him. The Slayer didn't even blink -- although her insides were twisting into knots and she felt an awful lot like running away. It was those words again. New Boy.

"I do," she insisted. Maybe if she came clean about this one thing? She wouldn't have to come clean about others. "Because it happened, Spike. Not the first time you were here. And not the last time you were here. But the time in between. Chance the second. And guess what? We? Us? You and me? It. Didn't. Work. Out."