Spike stirred a little as she opened the door, his eyes opening.  "Ah, luv.  Been hoping you'd be back soon.  C'mere.  I need a cuddle in the worst way."<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Malasha headed out.  It was worth a look to see if the bags were still there, and it wasn't far to the apartments.  She found the bags.  Well, this time of night, most demons working for Rack would either be *at* work or still sleeping.  She slung them on one arm and draped part of her cloak to cover them.  She shuffled down the street, her usual 'street' persona of the derelict woman projecting instead of her true appearance.<br/><br/>As she passed Dante's, just for the hell of it, she took a quick sensing to feel the defenses.  They were as strong as she suspected.  Ah well, worth a probe.  She headed back to the house.