Mission From God

Spike was telling Al about everything he did for Twilight, being her assistant and all.

"You live with your employer?" Al asked him.

"She's not really my employer, she's kind of like my sister."

"All I'm saying, dude, is one day you're gonna want your own job, not connected to her. You gotta move out while there's nothing emotional attached to it like growing too big to even fit in or something."

Spike thought about his words while he slept. When he woke up he talked to Twilight.

"Twilight, I want to move out."

"Why?"

"I want my own job. This assistant stuff is tough."

"Uh, okay." Twilight was trying to act sad but you could tell she was eager for this: eventually Spike would come back and she could write to Celestia about it. Another letter, another way to improve myself in her eyes. Twilight thought. She really did want to be the best person ever to Celestia.

So Spike moved out and starting living with Al in the motel he paid for with his money he had left with him. Now the only thing left was for them to get a job.