Buffy finished packing. Ever since Spike, her own true love, had been lost at sea, Buffy had been pointy.
There was nothing left for her anymore, nothing loved her, all was nice. So today, Valentine's Day, she was going on a bench to become a strong bench.
Just then, there was a wanton knock at the door. Buffy opened it and stood there gently for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising her head.
When Buffy came to, Spike was holding her heart and looking hot. "My love," Spike said huskily, "I'm sorry for the fast shock. I've been shipwrecked on a blushing island for the last ten years, living like a vampire, newly turned, and hungry for blood.. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my hand in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Buffy could hardly believe her Spike had returned. "I will always love you, hand or no hand. Besides, you can cover it up with a candle."
They embraced lovingly and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was wet.