Explanations "Spike! You're ok!" the blond girl leapt off the counter, followed by the black-haired one. They stopped a few feet in front of him, looking up solemnly. "We didn't hurt you did we?" the black-haired girl asked quietly, before quickly looking down at her feet. Spike, very confused about what was happening, didn't know how to respond, wasn't even sure if he should respond. Looking at their very concerned faces, he sighed, "No pets, I'm not hurt." Both girls' faces lit up with smiles when he said this, and they surrounded him in a three-person hug. Not expecting the hugs, Spike flinched, but didn't push them away. Instead, he put a hand on each head, causing them to look up. "I think this might be the time for explanations," all three looked up at Buffy as she spoke. "Rosie, Kat, Alex, you brought him here, you explain," Buffy spoke quietly, only glancing at Spike, as if it was hard for her to look at him. Spike felt hurt by this, but tried not to show it. The two girls reluctantly pulled away from the vampire, taking his hands and leading him to a chair. As he looked around, he noticed the others in the room: Anya, Xander, Tara, Willow, and Dawn. He knew who they were, yet they all looked different, older somehow. Dawn smiled at him encouragingly as he took his seat. The blond girl smiled at Spike before starting. "Hi. My name is Katherine Joyce Summers. I am ten years old and I was born in England." "Kat, sweetie," Tara interrupted her speech, "This isn't a book report on you. Maybe we could skip ahead to the part where you guys did the spell?" The other girl, Rosie apparently, giggled as Kat blushed. "Yes Aunt Tara," she continued, "Spike, we did a spell to go back to the past and bring you here to the future. Well, Rosie actually did the spell, but Alex and I helped." Spike's face was expressionless as he heard all of this. When Kat paused, he looked around the room at the others, slowly, as if in disbelief. "So you're sayin' this is the future, my future?" Kat, Rosie, and Alex nodded. He pointed to each in turn as he spoke about them. "So, 'lil witch girl belongs to Glenda an' Red, an' he must be the whelp's, so you're," Spike's sentence dropped off when he looked at Kat. "You must be Buffy's." When Kat nodded, Spike stood up suddenly, his chair falling backwards to the ground. "Take me back," he said with a cold voice, "I don't want to be here. Take me back, now!"