23:55

Five minutes to go. Twenty-three hours of waiting.

She isn’t coming. Spike knows that he should have guessed, but his stupid heart always hopes anyway.

23:56

Even if she does turn up now, it’s too late – some romantic she was.

23:57

He wonders if she’s been delayed. Perhaps something nasty decided tonight was good for a little mayhem.

23:58

It was more than sex, wasn’t it? He thought he’d meant something to her. Bloody women.

23:59

One minute and he’ll know.

00:00

Fine. Angel was right again; he was too optimistic to hope that Illyria would understand Valentine’s Day.