The night's welcoming darkness was enveloping him from all sides. The only enemy to this desolate, empty wasteland of night was the headlamp on the front of the motorcycle that preceeded him. Spike's eyes were stoic, glued to the road but seeing only the past that had driven him to such an end. In all his memories he could think of nothing he loved
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