Buffy ran back to her house in a daze. It was light enough to see now, although she suspected that Dawn would still be in bed since there was no school. She hoped that Giles was awake. He was her dependable British man, her watcher. Unofficially now, but she still though of him that way. As she opened the front door, she heard someone clatter down the stairs and turned to see Dawn standing in front of her. "What are you doing up, Dawnie?" she asked softly. "I couldn't sleep and you were gone." Dawn looked at her sister questioningly. "I had some slayage to take care of." Buffy said quickly. "Is Giles awake?" "Yeah, he's in the kitchen." Dawn replied. "Since you're here, I'm going back to bed." Buffy watched her sister go back upstairs and then went into the kitchen. Giles was sitting on a stool by the counter, sipping tea. Without any small talk, Buffy walked up to him and said, "Spike was kidnapped and taken down into the hellmouth. We have to get him out." Giles looked up, startled, and put down his tea. He frowned. "Buffy, how do you know this?" "I had a dream. It was on the freaky side, so I went to check on him and a vamp there told me." "Told you?" He asked slowly. "Okay, I had to beat it out of him." She clarified. "There's this vampire named De Vincint who wants me and Spike dead. I'm guessing that's why he took him." Giles started to clean his glasses, like he always did when he was thinking about something. "I suppose you know that this is probably a trap." Buffy glowered. "I may be blonde, but I'm not stupid." Giles looked uncomfortable and seemed to be trying to find the right words for something. "Buffy, are you sure that Spike is worth saving?" Buffy said nothing for a long time, and finally walked upstairs to take a shower. As she stood under the hot water, she saw all of the cuts and bruises that she'd gotten from various fights that week. If she had to die to save Spike, she would do it.