When Spike Isn't at Your Service

Epilogue

By Nick Kennedy

Spike was alone on the roof of the Treehouse. He looked up at the stars. There were so many tonight! Who was he? He would never know. He had gotten lost, and caused Twilight precious time. Twilight will need my help. I should go. Spike walked downstairs.

"Twilight?" He asked, "Do you need any help?".

"No" she said casually, "You can stay on the roof a while if you'd like."

I guess I'll go back upstairs. I hat having time to think.

Why do you do what you do? If anyone can answer my question, it must be myself. I know what I'll be doing tonight.