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Drusilla dreams.
Hart's house is large, and frightening, to the sleeping vampiress, and it seems to take forever to get anywhere. She walks, cold for the first time in over a century, down the corridors. She can hear children screaming, but no matter where she looks, she can't find them.
Finally, a door she hasn't seen yet. When she goes inside, it's a kitchen, and on the table is a little tin knight, perhaps as long as from the tips of her fingers to her elbow.
...Spike.
Drusilla would know him anywhere.