What did I do wrong?

Oh, you merely drove me cuckoo

Am I really all that bad?

You're worse than Hannibal Lector, Charlie Manson, Freddie Krueger

Why're we still together?

I can't leave until you're dead

You mean 'til death do us part?

I mean like cyanide, strangulation or an axe to your head

It was lucky for us I turned the radio on

They say that music soothes the savage beast

There was something in that voice that stopped me seeing red

The two of us would surely have ended up dead

You stopped us from killing eachother

You'll never know but you saved our lives

And I could never throw my knickers at you

And I don't come from Wales

Still haven't solved our problems

You mean we hate eachother's gutts

Still want to poison your pizza

And I still want to cut off your nads

I phoned the marriage guidance

I tied the phone line `round your neck

I'm sick of all this hatred

Oh, that would be the arsenic making you sick

You were about to drive me over the edge of a cliff

As I tried to jump out I knocked the stereo on

You changed your mind and then slammed on the breaks

It was lucky for us we brought his greatest hits

Now our war is over

I've lost the urge to break your neck

I owe my life to 'What's New Pussycat?"

'Delilah' stopped me hating you and wishing you're dead

I used to call you Satan

And you were Cruella Deville

But now you call me your Delilah

And now I'm not your Lucifer

And I am just a pussycat

But just a word of warning now

Just in case we ever get tired of his voice

I know the mafia, Godzilla, King Kong

And I know an atom bomb that's going for a song

You stopped us from killing eachother

You'll never know but you saved our lives

And I could never throw my knickers at you

And I don't come from Wales

Jet reluctantly went back into the kitchen to make sure dinner hadn't completely burnt to a crisp. He left Spike and Faye in the middle of the eerily silent chaos that was her room. Faye knelt on the ground with photographs and letters falling from her arms. She was quietly sobbing. Spike stood over her, fascinated by the photograph. Faye felt as though she wanted the floor of the ship to open up and swallow her. She let the contents of her arms fall to the ground in a crumpled, moist pile before her and covered her face with her hands.

"Is this a relative?"

"No."

"A boyfriend?"

"I think so."

Spike crouched down beside her, picking up one of the letters from the floor. A minty green envelope with a cat sticker on the lip that had once sealed it. It was scrawled on with what was identifiable as the handwriting of a male teenager. The letters sharp and jagged like they came out in a pour that threatened to race ahead of the thoughts of their master.

'Faye' the envelope read.

"Ezekiel." Spike said. "What kind of a stupid name is that?" Trying to make a joke. Trying to wring her out and dry her off. Faye didn't move. He tried again. "So...this is a good thing, right? Finding someone from your past? It's a good thing." As though talking to a child. Saying things twice.

Faye suddenly lashed out at the pile in front of her, sending paper and photos flying. She let out an agonized sob as they settled around her again.

Spike sat down next to her amidst the remains of her scattered past and pulled two cigarettes from his jacket. He carefully placed them between his lips and lit them, handing one to Faye. Faye shrugged away from him for a moment but then thought better of it and took the smoke from his fingers.

She inhaled deeply.