Spike slowly took the key and placed it in the front pocket of his leather trench coat.
"Right, okay." He blinked a few times. "You mean, there's no going back? Not... yet?"
He was oddly calm. Until the realization that he had just been pulled out of the most epic battle probably... ever.. just to be stuck in a mansion. The rage built slowly on his face until he couldn't take it any longer. He turned and punched the fountain with a loud growl.
Breathing heavily, although he didn't need to breathe, he looked at his newly injured fist. Speaking with an alarmingly calm voice, he turned his head to the side to gaze at "The Doctor".
"Does the name Wolfram and Hart mean anything to you?"