Now, things would've been so much easier if the tower would simply stop that ridiculous spinning thing it was doing. It was making it very difficult to walk or, really, accomplish much of anything.

"Stupid tower," he murmured angrily, stalking to a nice, dark corner where he could sit and try to clear his head.

Valentine had never in his life been so happy to see the dream world as he was when he and Helena returned there from where Spike had held him hostage.

"Free! Free at last! No more bloody handcuffs and ugly leech-y things with frightening teeth!"