Spike departs.
He didn't need much. Just the clothes on his back, and the bottle (or more) of liquor he'd decided shouldn't disappear into nothingness with the rest of Here.
He'd seen the note Dawn left, and was satisfied in the fact that she was already back where she belonged, and after a lot of thinking, he decided that he didn't have anyone to say goodbye to. Not even Buffy. It wasn't like they were from the same time, anyway, and he already knew that if he gave himself the chance, he'd do something stupid - like try to go back with her or have her come with him stupid. And yeah, he was typically a selfish bastard, but he had enough sense to know that wouldn't be a good idea at all.
So, it was with a swig of one of his many bottles and a smirk (after all, he hadn't been there long enough to get attached to the sodding place), that he touched the dome and was instantly taken back to the hell hole that he called Los Angeles.
Good riddance.
He'd seen the note Dawn left, and was satisfied in the fact that she was already back where she belonged, and after a lot of thinking, he decided that he didn't have anyone to say goodbye to. Not even Buffy. It wasn't like they were from the same time, anyway, and he already knew that if he gave himself the chance, he'd do something stupid - like try to go back with her or have her come with him stupid. And yeah, he was typically a selfish bastard, but he had enough sense to know that wouldn't be a good idea at all.
So, it was with a swig of one of his many bottles and a smirk (after all, he hadn't been there long enough to get attached to the sodding place), that he touched the dome and was instantly taken back to the hell hole that he called Los Angeles.
Good riddance.