I have to admit is was great seeing Spike again. He had been a great friend for a long time, as well as a guy who wouldn't rat you out if he spotted a concealed tabby.
Anyway, when Angel and him arrived, they started right in on questioning me and Oz on Dru's habits and personality.
We told them the truth, and I could tell that both of them getting happier and happier. After a while they wanted to take a tour of the house. We got to the great hall and they both stopped cold, well as cold as a vamp can I guess, when they saw the picture.
It was of Spike and Dru wearing really old fashioned clothes and seated in some fancy room. It was a really big one too, almost life-sized, and both of them were smiling in it.
"Paris in '03..."
"I didn't know pet still 'ad this..."
"You two were so right together..."
"This was right 'afore the Folies massacre...'Right' isn't quite the word I'd a used."
"She made a mistake taking you, just like my mistake taking her. Darla was the only one of us who got it right."
"You 'ave changed Peaches. Admitting that it was you, not 'Angelus'."
"I was a real bastard before I was turned. Not like you two..."
"So I may 'ave 'eard..."
"...I'm sorry William."
The unlit cigarette fell from Spike's lips as he stiffened in shock.
"Clem old pal, did you just 'ear that?"
"Sure did Spike."
"Are you all right?" Spike was now studying Angel carefully.
"Never better. And I have to say those reds held up a lot better than I expected they would..."
The pair continued to stare at the picture signed with the single 'A'.