Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Think about what you're doing.

Where have you been? I've been beside myself for days.

The rest of us be damned. Your mother was no different.

All the rubbish people keep sticking in my head, it's a wonder there's room for my brain.

Hopefully, once you understand what it is that's... setting you off,

- I'm the other that gave birth to your son. - I beg your pardon?

- Spike, listen to me. - Yeah.

I will always look after you, Mother. This I promise.

This is as it should be, Mother. You and I together.

Well, I suppose I have you to thank for that. How ever will I repay you?

You did a good job, baby boy. You stayed down just like mama told you.

Not enough to walk away... for you.

- Ow, ow! - Spike!

The mission is what matters. Right?

OK. I guess now is as good a time as we're likely to see for a while.

You needn't have worried

For what it's worth, everyone at your house seemed quite relieved at the arrangement.

Shouldn't you take a little time? Calm down?

Now I find it rather freeing.

- Nice coat. Where'd you get it? - New York.

I spent a long time trying to track you down.

I don't think you have much of an idea of the watcher-slayer dynamic.

Why didn't your chip go off?

Hopefully? So it might not work?

You're Nikki Wood's son.

She said some nasty bits to me after I did that.

Yeah, makes sense.

My mother loved me... with all her heart.

I'll give you the full scoop later. Maybe I'll even bring back some good news?