In the town of Sunnydale, in a dark warehouse, was Spike. Drusilla was having another one of her visions and she fell to the floor on her knees, her face buried in her hands.

"What is it, luv?" Spike asked, kneeling down next to her and wrapping her in his arms.

"Angel..."

"What about Angel?" Spike asked, a hint of jealousy came from his mouth as he spoke the name of his sire.

"I see a baby," Dru told him, "But he's my daddy!"

"What do you mean, Dru?"

"The Slayer..."

"What about her, luv?"

"Their child...it holds power," Drusilla hissed.

"Come on, luv, you need your rest. Let's get you to bed," Spike said as he helped Dru off the floor and into bed. She was sad and depressed; it killed Spike to see her like this.

Drusilla's visions were always correct and Spike already knew about the Slayer and Angelus' child. But what did she mean by "it holds power"?