Timeline: Post NFA.
LA was a flame, a muddle of smoke and screams. Spike and Illyria stood on a rooftop. Only them left in the middle of an apocalypse.
"This can't be bloody happening."
"There are scores of occurrences that should not be," Illyria pointed out. "There is no longer a balance. One force will become the dominant."
Spike turned to leave.
"You will not abandon me. All walls are tumbling, Wesley was right. This must be what they wished not to see." She tilted her head upwards letting the rain slice along her face.
"This kingdom is lost to us."