"Don't worry, Babydoll, I'll keep you safe," he promised. "I'm Spike, your new master, yeah?" he looked at her hoping for some hint of a reaction. She was just looking out the window, watching the trees go by. A bit of a disappointment really. But Spike'd had a lot of disappointment in his life and wasn't especially surprised. "Maybe you'd like to listen to some music." He turned on the radio and the haunting strains of U2's the Miracle of Joey Ramone filled the car.