Flower of flesh and blood

It's too easy to become distracted now. Because everything is suddenly distracting. The floods of new faces, the noise, the abrupt importance of actual money, the fucking cops, the fact that his brain still feels like it's two loosely connected but independent sides that don't entirely get along a lot of the time--and Neil.

And Neil.

So he realizes with a little edge of surprise that he hasn't seen Spike in a week. Not since the world went dark. And while he figure that everything's all right or he might have heard something...

And is it like he cares? Does he really want to lie to himself like that at this point?

And is there something he's been missing?

At least the Necropolis is dark and relatively quiet. It's a strangely soothing change. "Hey," he calls, giving Spike's crypt door a couple of firm knocks. "You around?"