Chapter 263
Spike wanted out. He could move about this cell, and they occassionally dropped blood bags from the ceiling. How often, maybe every day. Spike had a hard time keeping any track of time. This room was sound-proofed. Maybe they could hear him, but Spike couldn't hear anyone. He wasn't particularly sociable, but with literally noone that he could talk to, he was going stir crazy. Spike heard that this isolation was used by the military to break terrorists. He now understood why this worked. At this point he would've told them anything, real or imagined, if they would just let him out. The he could smell the gas, and felt sleepy. Whatever they were about to do to him at least he was getting out of here. Before Spike lost conscioussnes Spike said faintly "Thank you."