It was dark. Spike was walking through the streets, until he found a map. He couldn't read much, because there was graffiti on it. But the sprayers left enough space that he could read Los Angel..on the top of it.

„Puh, for goods sake!" he said. I die and come back at California again! Hey, what about Europe? Spike turned around when an old man crossed the street with a shopping cart. „What the hell am I doing here?" He whispered. But then he got an idea. If he's in L.A. and Buffy didn't leave California, she probably got here. He remembered that she once told him that her father still lives her and there is Angel...Angel..Spike never liked him. His Art to get the woman by convincing them of his mysterious being was too strange for him. He had never really found out what women like about him. Especially Buffy. She could have every man she wanted. But him?

Spike's thoughts about Angel got interrupted when he heard a siren. The police was only two streets away from him and he thought it would be better to leave quickly before they would see him and ask themselves what he was doing here.

Spike went into the nearest street and after a few blocks he arrived at a tram station. He took the next train to the center, from where he wanted to find the hotel where Angel once lived. He had never been there, only in the little office where Angel was working at the very beginning, but Willow once told Buffy where the hotel was and how 'wonderful' everything there was. Buffy had been excited about that and couldn't avoid talking about it with Spike, so he probably knew more about it like everyone living in L.A. together.

The train stopped in the middle of the street." What the devil..?"

Three men, wearing black clothes entered the train and threatened the driver with a gun. „Free ticket!" one man said and Spike could already hear that this guy was drunk. The driver got nervous and let them pass. They putted away the guns and walked at the end of the train. When they passed Spike the other man barged him.

„Hey, I know you!" he slured. „ You're the lover of my ex girlfriend! I always knew that she was betraying me, but you...!"

Spike leaned back. „ Don't know what you're talking about."

„Hey, I know what I know, ok? And I still have to deal with you!" the man continued, while his friends where calling him from the back.

„Mike, let it be!

„You don't tell me what I'm allowed to do or not, ok!" he shouted at them.

Spike just wanted to stay out of the trouble, but Mike didn't stop. Now he wasn't attacking him verbal anymore, he started to kick against Spikes foot.

„Stop it !" Spike grumbeld. "Stop it!" he shouted when Mike continued.

But the man still didn't realize that this was the wrong guy and that he had obviously crossed the border already.

Spike was tired and these guys cost him the last nerve. He wanted to show his vampire face to make Mike scared of him, but it didn't work. He just snarled, but it didn't sound like it used to do.

Spike was confused. This can't be true.

The two friends of Mike came back and took him with them when they left the train.

Spike was to concentrated on thinking what was going on to notice that and he didn't watch out for the station he wanted to go to either. His head leaned against the window when it started to rain.

„Buffy...where are you?"