"I have to console myself with the thought that there was a method to their madness," Wesley said, reminding himself that he didn't need to raise his voice too much. They weren't that far apart, after all, and Spike did have very good hearing. "That they had a plan."

He flicked the handful of menus toward the nearest empty box and, rather predictably, missed. Well, one of them missed. Carefully, he shifted his weight and got up onto his knees, reaching for the piece of paper that hadn't gone where he'd intended it to. He didn't hurt, exactly, although it felt as if the threat of it was always there, and he still felt an occasional twinge. For the most part, though, he was healed.