"I used to work for an investigation service for the supernatural. I mean I'm just human, but that didn't matter." She shrugged, smiling brightly at her gesture before turning down the street.

"He should be home. He was happier there. And I don't think he knew what happened to me." Fred meant her own death. When Spike was here, he wasn't secretive about where he was. Fred was pretty sure they were from the same time. Then again, all it took was less than a week for her to be home and die.