"Thank God you're alright." Buffy put her arms around and kissed Spike when they were safely home. "I was so worried when Professor Walsh called you Hostile 17."
"Hey, takes more than a couple of soldiers to take me down." Spike assured her.
"Yeah, because being unconscious in a cell really screams I can take care of myself." Faith laughed. "How did those guys take you two anyway?"
"I don't know" Buffy shrugged honestly, "but I'm definitely getting out of Psychology. I can't stand the idea of being in the same room with that woman again."
"Ah, Luv. I think we might want to keep all ties to these guys open right now." Spike said from the living room where he was holding his cup of blood.
"Why?" Buffy asked.
"Because both of our drinks were drugged," Spike answered. "And with this amount still in the cup we could have been out for weeks."
"Faith, what day is it?" Buffy asked.
"October 7th" Faith shrugged.
"Oh god Spike It is October already." Buffy exclaimed, "We've been out for two weeks."
"I'm sorry they escaped Professor." Riley said as he helped her to a seated position in the one chair in the room.
"It's not important." Professor Walsh smiled, "We know now that she is The Slayer. Now all we have to do is find out what exactly is a Slayer."
"And who that other woman was," Riley added. "She was as strong as Buffy."
"Possible another Slayer or something quite different," Walsh agreed. "I suggest that your team continue to investigate their activities while my researchers try and find out exactly what we're dealing with. This is not over by a long shot."