He stands, still staring at Neil, then staring around at everything. The quality of the light has changed - there's more of it, for one thing, and it seems as if it's on subtly different wavelengths. He still can't see through his right eye, but it's not like that was a huge problem before.

He doesn't feel bad at all anymore. Except for the hunger, which is pounding through him, threatening to overwhelm anything else. He looks at Neil again, wondering if he should put more space between them.

"I can smell you," he murmurs. "I can smell your blood." He clenches his fists, turning half away. He can guess who Neil's called, and he's never been happier to know Spike than he is right now. "Fucking hell."