Willow had driven us down one random street after another, but they all continued to look the same. An apartment building here, a palm-tree there, an exotic colored house. This is what I remembered about LA, the ambiguity. No one had an identity here. Maybe that's why Angel liked it, he liked being caught in the shuffle.

I glanced over at Dawn; she'd fallen asleep before the third track had even started on her CD, the pop music still flowing through the speakers until a few moments ago. Some of it wasn't that bad. I was turning into a bloody pansy before my very eyes.

Red was slowed down, and pulled into a parking space that someone conveniently just had exited. I cursed under my breath; there were no parking spots in LA. "Lil Bit. We're here. Get out with the rest of them." I whispered, gently rubbing her shoulders.

"Is it still sunny out? Why aren't you coming?" She slurred her words slightly as she stretched, trying to knock the sleep out.

"It's a little sunny luv. I'll be ok. I just need to find a place for the car. Look, they're waiting for you."

She glanced out the window and went to pull the door handle, but turned suddenly and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks for coming with me Spike. I know you really didn't want to." She sprang from her seat and ran from the double-parked car to the curb.

I sat there grinning like an idiot until a car horn beeped behind me. I'd actually done something right.