Spike woke up in Angel's old Sunnydale apartment. Rather, Spike woke up in Angel: in his toes and chest and his hulking oversized shoulders and where the hell had Dawn and Willow sent him to?
Nothing to be done now. They'd get him back.
They'd bloody well better get him back.
So: find blushing little teeny bopper Buffy. Or would that cause a para-whatsit? Better not.
A blooming onion, that's what he needed. One last taste of deep-fried perfection.
He eyed the single chocolate hair on the pillow and started to grin.
Bugger paradox. What he needed was bleach.