Chapter 6- Writing on the wall

Angel lay on his bed, he was remembering the day he had been mortal again, for reasons that he could not understand. He had even dreamed about it last night, but something was different. There was a girl standing there as time went back, a girl who looked at him as though she knew him. Sighing he turned over and fell back asleep.

ROME

Dawn Summers looked at her older sister who seemed to be in deep contemplation. "Penny for your thoughts?" Buffy looked over at her. "Just thinking 'bout the dream I had last night." "Oh," Dawn said. "Was it a slayer dream?" she asked, "Do we need to expect another apocalypse?" "No no," Buffy said, "nothing like that, just a fantasy dream." "Oh, ok," Dawn said trying not to pry.

Spike wandered through his apartment, A.J. was sound asleep in HIS bed. He took a small measure of pride in screwing her, he didn't know why, but it felt like he was somehow settling an old score by doing so.

He sat down on the couch and was just about to turn on the telly when he noticed a piece of paper lying on the floor. He took one look at the paper and set his jaw, it was time to call up an old friend.