He saw the door open out of the corner of his eye. It didn't make sense that the demon would return now when it wasn't nearly time for him to make his rounds again, but Spike figured that it didn't really matter. This was hell. Nothing mattered here. His gaze ticked off to the flickering image that had suddenly appeared in the corner of the room. A small girl, clutching a bloody little doll. There were two gaping holes in her neck, but they were nowhere near as terrible looking as the one that had been gouged into her chest. She was clothed in a patterned dress, one that was obviously from a time far from the one in which Spike last remembered being in before he was yanked into hell's gaping mouth.
He had killed her. Only after he had finished her family off. The image flickered as she advanced toward him, then died out completely. She was gone. Just like that. Spike stared off in that direction for a short moment, then looked back toward the door at the sound of his name.
Dawn. Had she been...? "You don't belong here," Spike said slowly, his voice barely audible.