As secure as Jack felt, she was still trapped in those high winds and jilting seas. Hurricane-bound. But perhaps she could see the other side, sharing his warmth and being reminded of his life. It was no good to simply feel her own pulse; she needed someone else's.

Buffy nudged her feet up onto the coffee table, bending her knees ever so slightly. And she fiddled with the remote.

"I don't want you getting any ideas, though..."