Meanwhile, back at the Bronze

Faith-in-Joyce was nervous as hell to see the three guns of the Watcher Council operatives aimed in her direction but she was damned if she was going to show it.

Instead she tried to brazen it out.

"You can't arrest me," said Faith-in-Joyce. "I'm an American citizen. And here in America, you can't just march into a public place willy-nilly and arrest people just because you have a bunch of armed men."

At that point, the front door to the Bronze burst open and a squad of armed men stormed into the room. They were led by a young white guy in his early twenties who had dark blond hair and hazel eyes.

"Attention, ladies and gentlemen," he announced, " we are here on behalf of the federal government in order to track down a dangerous terrorist."

Suddenly he pointed in Faith-in-Joyce's direction. "And there he is," he said.

Oh, great, thought Faith-in-Joyce. He even got my sex wrong. This must be because of the whole Irish thing. Oh, wait. In this body I don't look Irish. Sebastian even said so. So why the hell is this Army guy or whoever he is pointing to me?

A squad of armed men ran right toward Faith-in-Joyce. And then ran right past her.

Moments later, they returned with a white-haired guy in a black leather coat.

"Okay," said the white-haired guy with an English accent. "It's a fair cop. I ain't no terrorist though."

"You aren't?" asked Faith-in-Joyce despite herself.

"Heck, no, I'm a vampire," said the gentlemen.

"On the contrary," said the squad's leader. "You're terrorist leader Hostile 17. And as of now, you are under arrest by the federal government."

"Whatever," said the man called Hostile 17. "You're still a wanker."

"He's right," said the man called Blade. "He isn't a terrorist."

"See right there, soldier boy," said Hostile 17. "Vindication. So you know me, huh?"

"Of course he knows you," said the leader of the Watcher Council operatives. "According to our files, you're William the Bloody aka Spike, the notorious vampire. You've killed women and children as well as two Slayers. There's quite a price on your head."

And with that, the guns of the Watchers Council operatives turned in Spike's direction.

"Er, right," said Spike.

Then he turned in Faith-in-Joyce's direction. "Won't ya help a fella out, please, Joyce? I'd help out your daughter if she were in a similar fix."

"Wait a minute," said Faith-in-Joyce. "You know me?"

"Of course he knows you," said the dark blonde leader of the government men. "You're Joyce Summers, Buff -- er, the Slayer's mother."

"Wait," said Faith-in-Joyce. "You know me too?"

"Well, we've never officially met," said the dark blonde guy, "but I've seen your picture in your daughter's dorm room."

"And you know B -- er -- Buf -- er, my daughter?" asked Faith-in-Joyce. "Who are you?"

"I'm Riley Finn," said the dark blonde guy. "As you can see, I'm with the federal government. So where's Buf -- Hey, what are you doing here?"

Faith-in-Joyce turned to see whom Riley was talking to and saw... Kathryn.

"I just dropped in for a drink," said Kathryn. "If I had known there would be so much excitement..."

"You don't sound... like this particular person I know," said Riley. "But apart from the black hair, you look so much like her..."

And with that, Riley started to gaze into Kathryn's eyes.

"Oh, I get that a lot," said Kathryn. "I wanted to get plain dark brown but my hair stylist goofed up and I was so going to fire him for making me a brunette but now... Hey, you look kinda cute for a soldier boy. I usually like my men a lot more rough but something about you..."

Wait a minute, thought Faith-in-Joyce. Kathryn and Riley... are flirting with each other? Because Kathryn reminds him so much of Buffy? Geez, what else can happen?

"Time to come along, Ms. Lehane," said the leader of the Watchers Council operatives. "Your 'friends' aren't likely to help you."

Just then a voice from the back of the room yelled out, "Riley Finn! What the hell!"

It's official, thought Faith-in-Joyce. B finally made it.