"Jesus, we're cheerful," Andrea says with a laugh, but she figures they've both earned the right not to always have to be cheerful. She tries most days, she looks on the bright side of things and remembers what she has and what she'd been given, even in the midst of all that horror. But sometimes it's hard, because sometimes the horror is all she can remember.

"Spike is... good," she says, her smile growing a little shy, even though she doesn't know why. "I'm pretty sure we're... well, together, I guess." She isn't sure what else to call it. Calling a vampire who's more than two hundred years old her boyfriend seems strange, even if that's what he is.