And strangely, as that slow, deliberate turn begins, his brain suddenly fills in the gap and he knows with an odd sense of something that's almost like foreboding what he's going to see. It still feels almost like a physical shock, though, when Spike's gaze locks onto his own and he pretty much just stares for a long, long moment, trying to make sense of Spike, here, dressed in the uniform of a British soldier, and, most weirdly of all, with black hair.