The knock startled Amanda and her husband. Who would be over so late? Leaving her now cured husband in bed Amanda slipped into her robe and headed for the door. Everything the Fell Brethren promised her had come to pass.

Answering the door Amanda sees a blonde man covered in what could only be described as blood carrying a squalling infant.

"Here. I got your baby back."

Amanda backs away from the door, shaking her head.

"No, I never wanted him. I only conceived him for the Brethren. You, you have to take him back there. He belongs to them!"

She slammed the door in his face and took ten deep breaths as her therapist instructed her to do to calm her nerves. She would have to call him, set up an appointment for tomorrow. A baby! She, Amanda, with a bright future in modeling couldn't be expected to take care of that helpless little bloodsucker. It would destroy her chances of making a name for herself in Los Angles!

Spike stared at the closed door wondering what in the bloody hell to do now. The boy in his arms merely looked up at him, trusting in him. Heading off towards the nearest firehouse Spike explained to the silent infant why it would be impossible for him to keep the baby.

"I have to fight evil and well, we have this big end of the world fight coming up and I'm probably going to die, so it wouldn't be the best idea to keep you with me."

Spike could swear he saw the baby nod in agreement with what he was saying. He shut up and left the kid at the firehouse door, making sure his wrapping were tight so he wouldn't fall.

Lighting a cigarette Spike walked quickly back towards the alley way.

"Bloody Americans."