'Well, personally, I kinda wanna slay the dragon. Let's go to work.' That little ponce. Obviously, that was the reason Spike was hanging on for dear un-life as he stabbed the scaly body of the dragon flying over LA. If that little Nancy hadn't said that, Spike wouldn't be trying to show him up by taking it down first. He wasn't sure how the hell to take down a dragon, but he definitely wasn't about to let Angel do it.
He looked down to make sure the little Nancy was still down there, and in that moment, the dragon knocked him off its back. "Oh bollux," he said, almost casually as he began his thirty story drop. The strange thing was... the drop was a lot shorter than he thought it was. Also, he was in grass.
He stood up and took a look around him. No sign of Angel the she goddess or any of the things he was in the middle of fighting. Walking towards the sound of cars, he managed to find a newspaper. A few odd things though. One he was in Virginia, two it was a few years in the future. Not many mind you, but still not the right date.
He had no idea what was going on, but he knew one thing. He wasn't going to care about it. If the universe wanted to keep him alive instead of Angel, that was fine by him. This definitely called for a drink, so he wandered around for a bit and found a nice and noisy place, which he thought was perfect, save for the crappy music.