Spike stands, motionless, hands clenched. He watches Drusilla "making out with a chaos demon". He sees nothing else. She knows he is there. At one point, she turns her head just slightly to give him a cruel, "so there" look.
Good love, bad love,
Good love, yeah.
My time, your time,
My time, yeah.
Spike screams something at her. She responds, calm and smiling. We cannot hear what they are saying. Dru takes the chaos demon's hand. She laughs, looking as if she's having the time of her life -- mocking Spike. Spike screams something again and runs off.
84,000 different delusions.
Take a ride in the car.
84,000 different delusions...
Spike is speeding down the highway at night, roughly in the direction of Sunnyhell.
Good times, bad times,
Good times, yeah.
Our world, their world,
Our world, yeah.
His face is angry. The anger gradually melts into intense sorrow. Spike pulls the car over and leans his head against the steering wheel...
84,000 different delusions.
Meet me down at the bar.
84,000 different delusions...
Cut to Spike sitting in a bar. He is obviously fairly drunk by now. There is nobody else around except a barkeeper. When he tries to tell Spike the bar is closed, Spike grabs him by the collar of his shirt, enraged.
Go look at the lake, please.
Go look at the sky.
Go look at a baby.....
Spike sees blood leaking onto his fingers. He blinks, seeing that he has not only grabbed the barkeeper's shirt, but also his skin -- and in doing so has torn his throat open. Rather than switching into vamp mode, his eyes go wide and fill with tears. He drops the barkeeper's corpse and runs out of the bar.
We're all gonna die!
Spike stumbles into his car and drives speeds away, ramming a pedestrian in the process.
84,000 different delusions.
We don't know who we are.
84,000 different delusions.
We don't get very far.
84,000 different delusions.
Everyone is a star.
84,000 different delusions...
At the sign to Sunnyhell, Spike stops the car and gets out (here's where I'm changing things slightly). He looks at the sign, barely reading it. He begins to walk into the city, counting his steps as he goes. "One... two... three... four... five... six... seven... eight... nine... ten... eleven..." Then he collapses.