Before long they were thrust into the next memory, the old Summers house back in Sunnydale. An atmosphere of fear and despair hung in the air and Spike instantly knew.
"It's when you came back." Spike croaked.
"What? Came back from where? I-oh." Buffy saw herself slowly lowering down the stairs. Her knuckles were battered, bruised and peeling, caked in a concoction of mud and blood.
"I've seen the bloody bot before, didn't think she'd patch up so-" Past Spike began before he realised, present day Spike looked away, he couldn't see his face like that.
He'd been searching for Dawn for a while, terrified he'd broken his promise so soon and now there she was, the woman herself. Past Dawn hurried to explain the situation but Spike asked her what she did, shocked.
"Did you...did you...Did you not want me back?" Buffy let slip what had been on her mind a lot since that day all those years ago.
"What?" Spike started towards her. "How could you ever ever think that?"
"I mean, I know now you feel that way. But then, that moment when you saw me alive again. Were you happy?" Buffy whispered, her eyes cast to the floor.
Spike reached out a hand to touch her cheek, "Happiest day of my life, pet."
Buffy smiled, she loved him calling her pet, though she'd vehemently deny it. No sooner had their moment of intimacy appeared, it was gone again and they separated, their attention back on their past selves.
Past Spike was cradling Buffy's hands in his own examining her wounds, "How long was I gone?"
"147 days." Spike echoed his former self.
Buffy looked over to him, he'd remembered. And as if he read her mind he said, "Yeah, I remember."