I knew and Spike knew before daddy came home. I felt
his soul go to his body. Spike and me had been looking
for something to play with and I fell to my knees. I
started screaming, Spike picked me up and carried me
to an old house. I continued screaming. Spike held my
hand, he was crying. I don't think he knows I saw him
cry, but I did. I finally stopped screaming and he stopped
crying. He knew daddy was gone, just as I knew daddy was
gone.


"Daddy left us. Daddy has light floating in his head and
voices in his heart. Evil voices. Telling him he was bad
daddy. He was not bad daddy Spike, he was good daddy. He
left us Spike. He left us." I cried in his arms.

"I know love, I felt it too. It hurt doesn't it?" he asks
running his fingers through my hair.

"Yes, daddy had dancing babies in his stomach, now they are
black snakes eating away at him."

"I know, at least we still have each other." he said still
stroking my hair.

"Yes at least I still have my Spike." I say as I reach up and
touch his face.