The woman stood next to her car, keys in hand, absentmindedly stroking her hair as she yammered away on the phone. She barely comprehended as a blur of blonde and leather grabbed the keys, grunted something British, and sped away in her car.

Dawn. He had to get Dawn. He found her just as he had left her. She was cowering behind a garbage can and cradling her misshapen foot.

As Spike floored it in the direction of the hospital, he turned to his young companion and said, "That’s the last time I ever teach you to play vampire hopscotch."