"What in the hell do you think you are doing?" demanded the tall, angry man. "I'm taking your door," grunted Spike, pulling it off its hinges, "and turning it into a boat." "How dare you deface my house?! I'll take this straight to Lord Morpheus!" "You can take this straight up your ass for all I care," said the cowboy, balancing the door on his head and holding it there, "I'm a man on a mission." The man's eyes grew red and angry and his nails long and sharp. Matthew flapped his wings nervously. "Now you've done it, you've pissed off Cain!" "Cain?" The man leaped at Spike like an animal, bellowing with rage. Spike kicked him away casually, "What kind of a name is Cain?" "A really old one." Cain got up off of the ground and wiped the blood from his nose. He attacked again in the same way and received yet another sharp kick. He ran at Spike, who, tired of this game, was turning to leave, and was smacked in the head by the door. The biblical figure fell to the ground stunned and crawled off in a terrible mood, also sick of the fight. The door floated beautifully on the thick, sloshy waters of Nightmare. Spike was able to sit in the middle of it and not get wet at all. He sat cross-legged on top of the stolen door as the current pulled it toward the skerries. "What's on the skerries?" asked the cowboy. "All sorts of stuff.just about anything." "Wonderful, more things to attack me while I'm not looking." "Well, maybe you should start looking around more." "Yeah, thanks, great advice." Mumbled Spike. His stomach rumbled and he wanted a cigarette so bad he could taste it. "You wouldn't have a smoke I could have, would you?" he asked in desperation. Matthew ruffled his feathers. "Do I look like I carry cigarettes around with me?" "No, but I could really use one right about now." "Can't help you there, sorry." "You're sorry." Nothing was really going well that day. All Spike wanted was to get Faye and get out so he could eat and smoke a butt. He was so hungry he could eat a year's worth of Jet's bell peppers and beef, with or without the beef. "How many skerries are there?" "About a hundred." "A hundred!" "Probably more." Said Matthew, shrugging as much as a raven was able. "Probably more?! I could be looking forever!" "Seems that way." "But I'm hungry now!" Growled Spike. "There's nothing I can do about it, just hope it's one of the first ones we come to." "You better hope it's one of the first ones we come to because I'm not above having raven for breakfast." Said the cowboy under his breath. He started paddling toward the nearest skerry.