All of a sudden a huge quake hit the alley. Spike had turned to see the source of it. Not noticing before, due to the huge demon he was receiving a pummelling from, Spike saw Willow and Faith were here, in the midst of everything, and Angel wasn't fighting anymore.
"Hey, you God damned poof, get back..." Spike began to shout at Angel when he suddenly noticed a glow around him, the witch and Faith. He looked toward Illyria and Gunn, and saw they too were emitting this fluorescent light and finally, looking down at himself, realised he was glowing also.
As he looked back up towards the witch everything started to become blurry. He felt as though he was being grabbed by hundreds of hands all over his body, all pulling in different directions.
Spikes eyes flashed in the haze, trying to focus on something, anything, but he was unable. Faces, places, monuments past, none clear enough to register or reference, but Spike ascertained one thing, he was moving, and moving fast.
Suddenly the surroundings became focused again and the sensation of being pulled in every direction subsided.
They weren't in the alley; in fact they were no longer outside any more.
Spike was standing in the middle of a large empty room, except for Angel, Illyria, Gunn and Faith who were there too. Spike quickly twirled on the spot and noticed Willow was missing from the group.
"Hey, where's Red?" Spike asked the group, a small worried tone in his voice.
"I wouldn't worry about her, Willow is still in the Alley, she'll be ok." came the very British voice of Rupert Giles. "We have more pressing matters to attend to."