Pulling a white handkerchief from his shirt pocket, Giles began to clean his glasses. They weren't dirty or anything, it was more of a habit. A habit that he had formed long ago while training to be a Watcher, but honed when he became Buffy's Watcher. Buffy claimed that he did it when he didn't want to see what they were doing and Willow had said she though he did it when he thought that they weren't seeing a situation clearly. When it came right down to it, he didn't think either was the truth. It was just a habit.

Yet, as he stood there, looking at Spike, he realized that maybe that was an element of truth to both their statements. Here he was looking for a vampire, actually two vampires, that by all accounts he should be trying to kill. It hadn't been that long ago that he and Robin had tried just that. Well, Robin had, but by knowing what he was doing and condoning it, he had become a part of the plot against Spike. At the time he thought he was doing the right thing.

Was he doing the right thing now?

"Where is Angel, Spike?" Giles asked as he finished cleaning his lenses and slipped his glasses back on.

"Where is Angel?" Spike asked incredulously, "What, no how have you been Spike? Glad to see you're not buried in the Hellmouth Spike? Thanks for saving the bloody world, Spike?"

Giles waited for Spike to finish his tirade before continuing.

"Hello Spike. Now where is Angel?"

"I don't know Rupert," Spike said spitefully. "Probably still off playing George and his dragon. I don't bloody know! All I know is one minute all hell was breaking loose and now I'm in here with you."

Spike suddenly became very quiet.

"I don't know...where any of them are. Probably all dead. Like I should be."

Spike stopped speaking for a second then continued. "I'm not bloody human though, so Angel must still be alive."

"Human?" Giles asked.

"Ah...nothing." Spike said, making a dismissive gesture towards Giles, "Just some mystic fairy tale."

Throwing the broken spear that he still held, Spike straightened up and put his air of cockiness back on.

"So where do we stand then? Are we going to have to fight our way out of here to find them or what?

"No," Giles responded, "I don't believe there is any fighting to be done. Any of the creatures that you were fighting are either dead or gone."

"What?" Spike said, "I figured they would be on us until out bones were ground into dust or at least just dust in my case."

"Maybe you're the only one left William?" said Dana.

If there had been fire in Spike's eyes when he had first saw Dana in the warehouse, there was an inferno now.

Giles knew things could get out of hand. Dana was just as unpredictable as Spike was, so he knew he needed to rein things in.

Throwing a glance at Andrew, Giles then looked at Dana. The boy needed to get her out of there. He had volunteered to be her future Watcher after she had returned from her time with the Coven and he need to learn to keep her under him eye at all times. And now of all times. If Spike decided not to help them... They could probably find Angel without him, but...

As Andrew hurried over to Dana to take her outside, Giles turned his attention back to Spike.

"Spike, I'm sorry about your friends, but we don't have much time. You mentioned Illyria. Do you know anything about her? How she came here? Where she came from? That is why we are here. I need to talk to Angel about Illyria and if he is gone, then you are our best bet to find out what we need."

"Just ask her yourself. Though she's not really the chatty type, unless you like hearing about her being worshipped and all that former god rubbish."

"Illyria is here? Fighting with you? Not against you?" Giles asked.

"Yeah. Or at least she was."

"Spike, do you know anything about Illyria? What it is?"

"Actually it's a she and yes, I do know what she is and where she's from."

"So you know about the Deeper Well?"

"Yeah, back in the motherland...big hole in the ground...under a tree...goes all the way through the earth. Been there. Didn't much care for it, though it wasn't really a sight seeing trip."

Giles was overwhelmed by the fact that Spike had actually stood in the Deeper Well.

"Why were you there?" Giles asked.

"It's a long story." Spike responded. By the look an his face, it was obvious to Giles that whatever had happened there bothered Spike.

"I'm sorry Spike, but I need know. Buffy needs to know?"

"Buffy? Is she in trouble?" Spike said, suddenly paying closely attention.

"Not yet, but I need to get any information on Illyria or the Deeper Well to her as soon as possible."

Spike stood there in silence for a moment before walking over to a pile of wooden crates and sitting down.

"Right then." Spike said and then started into his story.