SPAIN, NOVEMBER, 2003

On the train to the Gibraltar Ferry was Xander, having joined the Summers' girls in Europe at Buffy's request. After a while, the overly tanned middle-aged man next to him started chatting.

"Hey, is that eyepatch for real?"

Xander nodded.

"My depth perception says yes."

The guy started elbowing him.

"Must be a real chick-magnet."

Xander stared at the man, as though disbelieving something he knew to be true.

"Well, actually, I just got into a relationship with a lady I've known for some years. We kinda need each other, after some losses."

"Well, I just hope you don't bother settling for less than a hottie. For umpteen years, I was stuck to this ball and chain that knew how to do one thing--whine. Now, I've got me a secretary in damned near every Eurasian capital. That's the way to do it. So is she cheerleader hot, or one of those fragile eggheads?"

The man didn't see Xander's fist clench and unclench.

"Well, she used to be a cheerleader. One of the best. Fact is, she's a way hot blonde with a nice body and energy that doesn't stop. There's four things you should know about her."

"And they are?"

Xander leaned over and whispered.

"Well, last night I found out she loves to...."

"NO WAY!!!"

The chatty passenger looked ready to embarrass himself. So Xander kept on.

"And, she always starts out by...."

"wooooo-hoo-hooooooo!!!"

"And finally, we always finish up by...."

The grin the poor fool had made Xander's efforts all worth it. As the train pulled up to the terminus, he spotted Buffy, but the other passenger didn't.

"Hey, pal? So what's the fourth thing I should know about this nympho?"

Buffy walked into the train compartment, licked Xander on the cheek, and saw Hank Summers turn the whiter shade of pale. Buffy finished up for her for-now boyfriend.

"She's your daughter."