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Spike flung open the trapdoor and clambered through, rolling away instinctively as he let it slam behind him and only just managed to stop himself rolling out of the shadow and into the sunshine.
"Bugger." He wasn't going to get very far in broad daylight. He scrabbled backwards till he had his back against a wall and looked around wildly, breathing heavily.
An alley. A pretty clean one, for a change, and not one he was familiar with. And he was familiar with most of the alleys in Sunnydale. It wasn't, after all, a large place and they were good places to hang around.
Oh, and the trapdoor had disappeared.
Standing up and feeling in the pockets of his duster, he discovered he'd also lost his fags.