A Familiar Face Spike woke up with a pounding headache. He rubbed his head with one hand, while pushing himself up with the other. what am I doing on the floor? must of drank too much last night. funny, I don't remember drinking at all. went out, met Buffy, fought, came back, found a bottle, saw three little cloaked. . .hey! those, Before Spike could finish that thought, he realized there were voices coming from somewhere close by. Standing up, he surveyed his surroundings, thinking the room looked very familiar. He noticed a door in the corner and went to try it. Finding it unlocked, Spike pushed it open a crack to peer into the room outside, where the voices were coming from. "You could have been killed!" a pacing woman yelled, her back to him. There was something very familiar about her, Spike thought, as he noticed her blond hair and short stature. She continued yelling as she paced, hands gesturing wildly. "Magic is not something to fool around with! What were you thinking?" Spike opened the door a little more to try and see the object of her wrath. The three cloaked figures were sitting on a counter in front of the woman, their hoods pulled down to reveal that they were children, two girls and a boy. They looked to be about nine or ten, all with their arms crossed, the boy with brown hair and dark brown eyes, one girl with long black hair and pale brown eyes, the other with light blond hair and bright blue eyes. Spike felt a strange wave of compassion for the blond girl as he saw her raise her head with determination and face the woman. "We were just trying to help," she said quietly, but with a strong voice. "Yeah!" the other two chimed up, but were quickly silenced with a glare from the woman. The blond girl uncrossed her arms, pushing herself into a standing position on the counter. As she stood, Spike looked at the shelves behind her, seeing they held magic supplies. He gasped as he glanced over his shoulder, taking in the room he stood in, realizing that he knew where he was. This was the Magic Box, and he was in the training room. His attention was drawn back to the blond girl as she spoke, louder and stronger than before. "He's my dad, and I love him too, you know, and they have him! I want to help get him back, and if bringing him here is what it takes," she pointed to the door of the training room, stopping her sentence suddenly, her eyes widening as she saw Spike standing there. The woman, noticing her look, followed her gaze, turning around. Spike's face filled with disbelief as he recognized her. He held on to the door for support as he spoke. "Bloody hell. Buffy?"