EPILOGUE
"I'm not sure if it is good for her to see you, Ms. Rosenberg. After all, she still has some confusion over the whole matter." A doctor appointed by the Slayer's Council stood in the hallway of the rest home, arms crossed over his chest, looking disapprovingly at the young witch.
"Please, I really do want to see her. She was my best friend. Is she getting any better?"
"Day by day," the doctor said. "That's the best we can hope for. Perhaps you can come back in a month or two."
Willow nodded sadly and walked out the door. She hadn't had the heart to tell the doctor she wouldn't be anywhere near there in a month. She and her fiance were going to travel through Europe (despite the fact that he had seen it all already), and get married and live in the first place that struck them.
Not that the place matters the witch thought, looking out into the darkness at the car parked at the curb and the handsome vampire sitting inside it. Because wherever he is, that's home for me. Forever...
She opened the door, sat down inside, and turned to face Spike. "All right. I'm ready."
And the lovers drove off into the sunset.