Beck and Groo throw their arms up in the air in amazement. Spike is still kissing Drusilla, lost in the moment. He knows it’s wrong. He shouldn’t be doing this. There are a truck load of massive things he could be doing that would be better than this: diving headfirst into Illyria’s fist, for example.

He’s not stupid either: this is not normal. Even back in the dark days, this was never normal. But right now, in this second, Drusilla feels like home.

Beck is appalled and can barely hide her jealousy. Spike continues, feeling that yes, he lived this. It wasn’t brilliant, but it was ours. And then he violently shoves her aside.

He can smell John on her, and that smarmy git just tried to kill him, so he has other priorities. Drusilla tells him that John doesn’t mind when she calls his name and readies herself to fight. She pounces on Spike, punching him and asking if they can go back to the kissing… eventually.

Suddenly, the car bounces off something in mid-air. Groo and the dragon have continued on. As the group fall from the sky, ‘Jeremy’ telekinetically lowers them to the ground – an invisible barrier surrounds Las Vegas: it let Groo and Cordelia out, but not them. Just like the one that trapped LA in Hell. And to make it worse for Spike and Dru, the sun is rising.

At Wolfram & Hart, John is incensed: you let them take Drusilla! He’s not very happy and orders another package. The staff try to stop him, telling him that his weapons will not be brought to him. He reasons with them: you told me that Spike took my soul.

They tell him that there needs to be a balance and when Spike won his soul there was a… but John cuts the Partners off. “I don’t have my soul because Spike wanted to score a girl! You knew what you were doing when you put us in a room!” He thinks that Drusilla can’t handle being alone with Spike. Worse than that, he can’t handle Drusilla being alone with Spike. He pulls two weapons that he had hidden in his jacket and fires, killing the staff inside the Suite, and escaping into the night.

In a highway hotel, Beck is begging Betta George to wake up. She’s frightened that Spike won’t be able to handle Dru. And she can’t handle them both on her own. ‘Jeremy’, now tied to a chair, tells her that she is alone. When the bad guys come for them, does she really think Spike will pick her over his lover of centuries? Beck encircles him in fire and tells her that Spike has never let her down.

Sitting in another room, Spike considers making a phone call to a contact: Captain Forehead, aka Angel. Drusilla is in the shower, telling him that Beck is getting in the way of them. Spike tells her that the ‘them’ she’s referring to is gone. It’s ancient history. He’s let it – and a lot of things – go.

As she emerges, drying her hair, she baits him: “Yes I know. Playing with Slayers.” She wonders where Buffy is… Did she get boring? Because she seemed boring. Spike says that he and Buffy’s story isn’t done: he died in front of her, for her and the world. She made him want to be a better man.

Drusilla thinks he was perfect as he was. He disagrees: “I was a nightmare,” he states.

“You were committed. You protected me. However you remember it,” she tells him tenderly and, it seems, with genuine affection. “We were connected in ways that no one can understand. And then it changed. You took a soul and they came and you didn’t know.”

She says she had a battle with Slayers. They left Drusilla to die and then she was taken in. The people there, they tried to convince her that she wasn’t what she was. And then Hell came, and she felt better.

He pulls her into his arms in comfort. She’s still so fragile. He tells her that the hug is fine when she asks if it’s okay.

As he hugs her, he tries to formulate a plan. He needs back-up, but who? He thinks of various scenarios, each one varying in their success…