The room seemed brighter somehow, as if there was a ray of light shining through the night-darkened windows. That light could illuminate the blackest corner and somehow find something worth seeing – a thing of sheer beauty, unlike anything he had ever seen. He must have been blind not to notice its warmth and splendor before. But now that the shades were finally lifted from his ocean blue eyes, it awoke something deep down inside of him. Something he thought had been long forgotten. A long-lost poet found his way back from within the depths of a demon and out into the world again, bringing a cold, dead heart back to life. For the first time in centuries, Spike saw the soft light of the sunrise… in Willow’s smile.