Spike settled into the dark train compartment. It had taken all his wits, some fast talking, and hurling Andrew into Roger Wyndham-Pryce, and just what was he doing there anyway, Spike wanted to know, but he had managed to escape the Slayer's apartment relatively unscathed.
As he waited for the train to start, he worked up a brood worthy of Angel. Made a fool of by the Immortal not once, but twice, nearly killed by an angry slayer, thrown in jail for tax evasion, Rome just wasn't a good place for him, he thought bitterly.
Ah well, always look on the bright side of life. Perhaps Milan would be better. Surely the worst was behind him; what could possibly go wrong now, he thought, his mood lightening.
The door opened and a young woman entered the compartment. Spike looked up, first with interest, then with dawning horror as an all too familiar voice squealed, "Blondie Bear!"
The End.