If only Spike realized just how often Joshua is actually in states similar to this. He hasn't been like this since Colette left, of course not, but perhaps it's happened a little more since. This is just one of those off days, the dreaming Joshua that is still reeling from a fit or prepared to go into one at any time. This, in a sense, is only part of his fits. They can last hours, or days, there's just never knowing.

Lucrezia is more soldier than princess, in actuality, for how long she has fought this battle with Joshua and kept her lips sealed.

"Magdalena was blonde, as the Sinners tell it..." Did Lucrezia remember that first story he ever told her? Mary Madgalene and the Sinners, with pillows and tea and nerves on edge. "I don't know any Molotov... Brock, though... Brock Samson."

Another look in the direction of the car, and to Spike over the top of Lucrezia's head, and then a chuckle. "One of my guards." Lucrezia knew, but did Spike? It hardly matters anymore.