Well, that's it for Cleveland, then. Nice enough city, I suppose, but a bit on the dull side for me. Might be San Fran'll be more to my liking.
Who'm I trying to kid... as long as Buffy's there, it's heaven.
No more Hellmouth, or Council, or Mini-Slayers. Maybe away from that, Buffy'll be able to finally just be herself, not "The Chosen One". Do her good, it will.
Right, got to go. There's a new start waiting out there, and we don't want to be late for the flight.
I'm not the
original Spike in the Socks, of course. I hope, in some small way, I've done justice to the character since taking him over. My thanks go to everyone in the Socks, for having enough faith (or courage...) to let me try, in my own small way, to fill some big shoes.
And I especially want to thank every one of the readers, for giving me a chance and reading my version of everyone's favorite semi-reformed vamp. Your comments and supportiveness have been amazing, and I thank you, from the bottom of my heart.
When I started reading the Socks' journals so long ago, and even when writing
yancey, I never in my wildest dreams thought I'd get the opportunity to write Spike. I hope that you've gotten some happiness from it. I know that I have.