"This better be good," Spike grumbled, walking into the conference room, still holding a bag of popcorn. "Passions is on."
Gunn just stared at the vampire, raising his eyebrows.
"It's my soap," Spike shrugged. "I don't question your Gilbert and Sullivan."
"Ok, ok," Cordelia said, holding her hands up before an argument broke out. "We've worked out which Hell dimension Angel is in."
"Great," Spike nodded. "Off you pop then."
"It's not that simple," Gunn cut in. "We're actually... not sure how to get there. None of the portal spells we have can access it."
"Can I just ask what the point of taking over this place was?" Spike asked. "I mean, you have all of these bloody resources, and they've proven to be no help at all."
Cordelia rubbed the bridge of her nose tiredly. "We're working on it, Spike. Someone incredibly skilled in magic - "
"Right, right," Spike waved her off. "Call Red then. She'll have it sorted for you."
"We don't know that it's that easy," Gunn told him. "It would require tapping into some pretty dark magic, and it's not a risk we should expose Willow to."
Illyria listened from her place in the corner, looking like she wasn't paying attention, while her mind processed the information and stored it for later use.