"We're not friends, remember?" Spike retorted from around his cigarette. This werewolf clearly has some issues. Then again, it wasn't like Spike didn't. He was still puzzling over why they were seeing these things. For the werewolf, it was clearly a memory. But Spike's...

Spike's hadn't happened yet. Couldn't happen. Buffy was gone, even if he weren't stuck here instead of in Sunnydale.

"...what you saw hasn't happened. Can't happen. Won't happen." Spike says in a low and rough voice. "I'm not sure why I saw it, or what I saw. Because it can't happen."