Drusilla awakened to the smell of smoke and the feel of flames licking around her skirt hem. She hurriedly sat up, drawing her legs in and swiping at the smoldering bits. It took a minute for her to get her bearings. She was in a church. Why? Something about Angel.
Now she remembered. Spike had used Angel to cure her. Spike! She scrambled to her feet and looked around desperately. Fire was raging around her and she saw, just as flame engulfed it, a pale arm encased in black leather.