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Leave her alone.

No. Little late in the game to grow a backbone, Benjamin.

Do your mojo, make an incision, or removal, or whatever you gotta do.

- No. We need information. We need... - Ben's Glory.

There. How you doin'?

In torture, death and chaos does my power lie.

Glory's going to win.

Better part of a century spent in delinquency just paid off. Hot-wired Ben's auto.

But it would be over.

All right, but I'm not even sure she's, you know, really in there.

I'll wager, when all's said and done, Buffy likes it rough.

And I'm doing it so I can stop feeling so...

- Still. - It's been almost a half an hour.

There you go. We're calling her Dawn.

You can't, you're immortal.

We don't have time.

Spike, we won't get Dawn back by sittin' here.

Just pack the supplies we need and that's it - we're gone.

I know you. You're the first original Slayer who tried killing us all in our dreams.

Leave. We need a little girl time.

I know. She told me.

I won't let anything happen to you.

I could be the one to look after her sometimes.

I'm rememberin' her, aren't I? The things she's done. Things she's going to do.