When he finally awoke he was laid on his side and chained to a radiator, with a rather large chain wrapped around his stomach. But what he couldn't understand was why she hadn't tied his hands, he lifted one up to see if he could break the chain, but was met with the rather grizzly sight of a bloodied stump where his hand had once been. He fell backwards in alarm and yelled.

"What the bleeding hell"? He sat gasping in shock for what seemed like, the next five hours waiting for Dana to return, then it occurred to him that...perhaps she'd left him, forgot about him perhaps, abandoned, neglected him. "Well" he concluded, "what the hell do I do now"? He looked eagerly around the room for something that he could use, (hands free) to break the chain.

There came a crash from the next room, and he realised he needn't bother, the cavalry had arrived! But maybe not for him, he looked towards the door and jumped a little when it was flung open, by none other than...Angel, the bleedin' super hero. Spike sighed, ah well, It was better than nothing.

"I was wondering when you were gonna show up! I've had to listen to that crazy ass bitch drivel on for hours about saving me, y'd think you could've come a bit quicker to catch the crazy psychotic girl before she took off".

"Oh shut up Spike" Angel moaned, "we've had to listen to your constant drivelling for the past two months and already were fed up of your presence...Where's Dana"?

"Oh, didn't I tell ya? She took off while I was out, isn't it amazing the things that happen eh"?