Dolls. About fifty of them lining the walls of the small beige room. Beatrice held the door open for Faye who walked through with the tentative steps of a cat.

"I kept them. They had been in storage until my Laura left for university. This used to be her room."

"These were all mine?" Faye asked, wide-eyed as she examined a particular doll she believed to be the one she had seen in her dreams. Lily. The one her father had given her. She leaned towards the shelves that housed the dolls, looking into the dark, dead eyes in their porcelain skulls.

"Dad would go away on business trips and bring you back a doll every single time," Beatrice smiled sadly. She picked up one of the dolls and fingered the red curls on her head.

"You kept them all this time?" Faye looked over at her sister.

"I knew you'd come back. It sounds silly butI knew it." Beatrice placed the red-haired doll back on the shelf and took one of Faye's hands into the two of her own. Faye, unaccustomed to such affection, shivered slightly before pulling away and wandering out of the little room.

"I...I have to go..." Faye said. She turned back to face her sister on reaching the main room and gazed at her apologetically. "I'll come back, though. I will. I'm just...I'm just so tired..." she raised a hand to her face and felt the heat there.

Beatrice nodded, "Yes, dear. I understand. It's been a lot to take in, hasn't it? But before you go..." She turned back down the hallway, disappearing into what was assumed to be her bedroom. She returned holding a compact disc in her hands. She gently placed it in Faye's.

Faye gazed at the small gift.

Nadsat.

She unsurely opened the crystal case, drawing out the liner notes. On unfolding the paper, she examined the collage of photos inside. Different pictures of the different members of the band. And there, wearing a Green Hornet t-shirt with a bass guitar resting on his lap, was Ezekiel. His long and thin fingers wrapped around the neck of the instrument, a crooked grin on his face.

He looked so much like Spike.

Or, rather, Spike looked so much like him.

Faye stood silently staring at the photos for so long, she figured she may have been beginning to worry Beatrice.

"I just thought that you might want to know what happened to him," she said. "He became something, Faye. And I think you had a lot to do with that. I don't want you to feel like what happened with Dad...I don't want you to feel like it was your fault."

"I have to go," Faye said, coming back to life and tripping over the rug in the small foyer before tearing open the door. She pulled the door closed fiercely behind her and ran several steps down the hallway. She suddenly realized that she had passed the spot where Spike had said he would remain waiting for her. She looked down towards both ends of the hallway and saw nothing.

Spike had left the building.

When Faye arrived at the Bebop once more, Spike was nowhere to be found.

She made her way down the corridor, stopping to poke her head into Jet's workshop. Jet was snipping carefully at one of his bonsai trees.

"Hey," she said. Jet acknowledged her presence with a nod, not turning his focus away from his work. "Do we have a compact disc player?"

"Nope," he replied, distracted by his work. Faye continued down the hallway, turning into her room.

On entering, she was aware of the presence of another in the dark. She flicked on the small desk lamp on the small stool that served as a nightstand and turned to find that Spike was sitting on the end of her bed. His back was to her. He moved his head slightly in her direction but didn't quite look at her.

"Hey..." he said by way of greeting, clearing his throat. Faye watched him silently. She struggled to feel something, to sense that something was wrong, for clearly there was. She couldn't feel it but he was sitting here in her room. He had left her at the apartment building. It didn't take a genius to figure out that...

"I think we...I think we made a mistake," he said, voice a touch above a whisper.

Faye shook her head feeling her heart seize behind her ribs, "No..."

Spike stood abruptly and shoved his hands into his pockets. Storming past her he muttered, "Well, then I made a mistake."