"Do you think he'll dance with me some day?" she asked as she waltzed to Heaven's music on the ninth cloud to which she'd floated. She held out her arms toward him and spun around again. "Do you, Doyle?" she persisted in asking. "Do you think my Angel will dance with me?"
"Sure he will, Princess," Doyle assured her quickly, his heart breaking at the truths he knew. He hoped she never looked down from the clouds to see the Slayer into whose arms her Angel had returned, but he skipped over clouds to join her. "I'll dance with ye now."