They were in the air before Brynn remembered about disposing of the note. To suspicious now, she thought. I'll just have to wait a bit longer.

An hour or so later, the plane began its descent and creaked to a halt at Sunnydale Airport. She and the man got off with a few other passengers, and as they passed the bathrooms, Brynn remembered.

"Hey, hold up for a minute. I gotta go…"

She ducked in before he could protest, not noticing the paper slip out of her shoe and fall to the floor.

She leaned against the sink, anxious to leave. Her adrenaline raced, and she felt an unwelcome headache coming on.

Damn migraines. They always felt like shocks of fire across her brain just before she apparently blacked out. Funny, she'd never remember fainting…

Suddenly a flowery-smelling cloth was clamped over her mouth and nose and she fought its grip before feeling herself begin to drift away into oblivion.

………………………

Spike leaned against the wall, looking at the clock. It would be light in about six hours, and he'd have to be back in his crypt by then. Home sweet spooky home.

Something white in his peripheral vision caught his eye. He looked down and noticed the piece of paper on the floor. He thought nothing of it until he recognized the style of script.

He picked it up and read it over with a sense of growing discomfort. By the time he was done, he was trembling with rage.

How could he have been so stupid?

Spike recognized the handwriting, all right. He new they sent the note. He just couldn't believe he let it slip through his fingers.

Disregarding the universal sign of "women" on the door, Spike kicked the swinging door open and looked at the expected sight with fury.

She had been kidnapped. Again.