Rather, it's like this:
"Spike?" we gasp and rush towards him, touching his shoulders in wonder.
"It's you. It's really you!" We hug him close, sobbing into his shoulder.
"Our therapist thought we were holding onto false hope, but... we knew you'd come back." We sniffle back tears, pulling back from our embrace to gaze into his eyes.
In awe, "You're like... you're like Gandalf the White, resurrected from the pit of the Balrog. Softly touching his cheek, with a whisper, "More beautiful than ever."
Overcome with joy and gratitude, we hug him again and say to the sky, "Ooh... he's alive, Frodo." Then sob, "He's alive."