Bloody hell. What had possessed him to put the bloody poem in her pocket? Odd how she didn't sense him there, vamp-slayer connection and all. She did look pretty worn out, though. Unlike the Scoobies, Spike at least had an idea about what was troubling the Slayer.

If only he hadn't made such a cock-up of things. Just before she had awoken, Buffy muttered something that immediately caught his attention: "I wish things were different." Very interesting indeed. Spike felt it was time he went out and did some investigating of his own.

~*~

What was she doing? Obviously the others were going to see that something was wrong with her. Maybe she did need more sleep. If they'd known where she'd been that night . . . Maybe there was something to the whole asylum thing after all. If not before she belonged in one now. Sleeping in her vampire ex-lover and attempted rapist's crypt—the poem was right; she was a masochist.

Buffy had to know if Spike was back. If he was . . At this point she wasn't quite sure what she would do if she saw him. But if he had been there in the crypt, why hadn't she known?