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It was 5:30. Spike was pacing. When would that bloody sun go down? He'd been up for half an hour, waiting. Everyone else was still asleep. He flipped on the TV, hoping to catch the sunset time on the Weather Channel. He watched forecast after forecast before kicking in the screen in anger.
"How can anyone watch that boring crap?" He walked to one of the boarded up windows. Standing off to the side, he ripped off the plywood. A very weak light poured into the mansion. Not even enough to tingle.
Spike left the mansion and headed for Willow's home.
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Willow and Buffy were sitting in her room. Willow was anxiously watching the setting sun. Buffy was doing her hair in front of the mirror.
"Up or down, Will?" Buffy asked her friend.
"Uh, down," she replied absently. Buffy came over and sat by her.
"Is something wrong, Willow?"
"No, nothing's wrong." She forced a smile. "Everything's great. I just, don't feel very good. Cramps." 'Phew,' she thought. Buffy looked concerned.
"Are you sure you're up for Bronzing it tonight?"
"Yeah, sure. Let's go. I'm just gonna get dressed real fast, and I'll meet you downstairs."
"Ok." Buffy left the room and skipped down the stairs. Willow looked relieved and quickly changed her clothes.
Glancing out the window, she saw the sun was almost gone. She quickly scribbled and note to Spike and taped it on her balcony door. She didn't want to make him angry, and she had to tell him what she'd found out anyway. She hurried down the stairs, and she and Buffy left for the Bronze.
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Spike approached the Rosenberg residence. He swiftly climbed up to Willow's balcony. He went to rap on the door, but noticed a piece of paper taped to the door that had "Spike" written on it in Willow's perfect script. He ripped it off the door and read her note.
'The Bronze,' he thought. 'Well, I might as well go. I can grab something to eat after our little chat.' He jumped off the balcony and took off towards the club.
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