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"Spike!" exclaimed Tara as loud as was possible in Heaven. That was one thing she would have to readjust to, noise. It would be worth it though. Tara hugged Spike, and he held her back, though he seemed disoriented and reserved, which were the last words Tara would use to describe Spike. She mentally chastised herself, realizing where he probably had just barely been, but kept it to herself. "Hello?" came a rather loud voice from the doorway. Spike and Tara looked towards the door, and widened their eyes.
"Don't they have mirrors in your brand of Hell, Luv?"
"What do you think, idiot?" said Anya. "That was the worst part after the bunnies." She shuddered. "I don't consider myself a vain person," at this Spike raised an eyebrow, ""But go a while knowing you look horrible and not being able to see how bad you look."
"According to some, that's what I've been doing for 30 years, give or take. Anyway, never mind Anya's bad, well, everything, day, what I'd like to know is what he bloody hell is going on here?"
"I-I guess we'll find out soon enough," Tara stuttered. Joyce had told her not to say anything but lying made Tara nervous. And, as if she had been cued, Joyce entered.
"Now I suppose you would all like to know why we're here?"
