Back at the Bronze, Spike walks down a hall and turns a corner just as Aimee Mann and her band are leaving the stage -- or at least they're walking down some stairs. "Man, I hate playing vampire towns," says Mann. Is she talking to herself? I've been dreading that line for the entire episode, because it looked so stupid in last week's preview vignette. In context, it's not quite so grating, but I will take advantage of my soapbox for a moment to get all Richard Gere on a very important issue: the musical guest. The musical guest often does nothing of value for a show, unless completely interrupting the flow of an episode qualifies as "good." And actually having the musician speak is generally a terrible idea (three words: Mariah. Carey. Glitter. Oh, all right, six: Madonna. In. Anything.), and while I applaud the fact that no one was forced to exhibit false enthusiasm that Aimee Mann was coming to town, and that Aimee Mann doesn't stick around to help out, my advice is to stick with the singing. There, I've said my piece, and I feel good about it. Go Tibet!
Spike picks up a pay phone (another retro speaking device!), dials, and starts speaking without identifying himself. Where are your manners, mister? "Hello. It's me. I'm seeing…I think I'm remembering. I think I've done some very bad things." Buffy wants to know where he is, and Spike tells her to come to a house in the Jewish section of town: 634 Hoffman Terrace. She'll meet him. Spike hangs up and walks past the other Spike. The unSpike. UnSpike tells Spike that he shouldn't have done that -- called Buffy, I'm assuming. "It's not time yet," says unSpike. "Not nearly. You're going against the plan." Calling Ruth Fisher! Spike adopts the perplexed look that's fast becoming his signature expression, as unSpike assures him that they can make other arrangements.
634 Hoffman Terrace looks lovely indeed, although the basement's all dank and cobwebby -- this is most likely "trouble," where Spike was digging earlier. Spike walks down the rickety wooden staircase, but Buffy's reluctant to descend, and stays at the top, clutching a stake. Well-founded reluctance -- Spike almost bumps into unSpike at the bottom of the stairs; apparently, Buffy can't see unSpike, as she doesn't make a snarky comment about cloning. UnSpike's worried about "an order, and the Slayer's not in order." Great, an anal big bad. Nevertheless, unSpike supports the idea of playing with Buffy, "get your claws in the mouse, you know." UnSpike is trite and annoying. "You are not here," says Spike -- which does seem to be the case, as Buffy's decided to venture down into the basement. Maybe the big bad is actually Spike himself, and the other him is simply an actualized metaphor for the war raging in his mind, the war between good and evil. Democrats and Republicans -- oh, wait, that would be evil vs. evil. Spike's noggin as microcosm.