I can't remember my name. Well, not the whole thing. It stared with an 'S'... Sam, maybe? Stewart? Spike? Hmm... Spike. I like that one. That's who I am... I am Spike.
All I can see is death. They're all dead, all of them. I don't know what they are, but they aren't like me. I'm pretty sure I'm a dragon. Yeah, that sounds right. A dragon.
Okay, good. I'm a dragon named Spike. And the only other thing I can remember is that I'm wrong. I don't know what that means, but it rings as the single truth in this empty land.
Oh, and there's one other thing. Soft, echoing words that whispered to me. Three little words, that I will hold dear for the rest of my life:
I love you.
But I don't remember who said them.