"Oh!  Yes.  Got a call from Wesley...here's the message."  Lorne pulled out a scrap of paper.  "Said you'd know what to do with it."<br/><br/>Spike took it with a smile.  "We do."  He grinned and hugged Lorne again.  "We've got some stuff to take care of.  We'll be back later to pack up.  Sorry, Lorne, but hopefully this is our last night here."<br/><br/>Lorne blinked.  "Well...we'll say goodbyes then.  I *hate* goodbyes, kitten, you know that."