A mid-teen girl strolled into the beautiful, lovely home of Willow Rosenburg; a friend who studied witchcraft and Tara; a newfound friend to the group. The girl filled with guilt she burst into tears, fell to the ground then sobbed loudly.

"It's all my fault, Buffy should be here, not me!" The girl screamed, her eyes flooded with tears.

"Dawn what's wrong?"Willow sympathetically asked, Dawn stood up and walked carefully and steadily to the nearest chair.

"I know somehow Buffy will be back, she has to be! But i feel horrible that she's gone and she did it all to save me! To save my non-existing, made up life!" Dawn frantically replied, trying to hold back her tears of pain.

"Don't say that! You have a life; you are no longer classed as 'The Key' Glory has gone! You are part of Buffy left with us, you after all have the same blood and are sisters whether you like it or not. Anyway...Tara and me have a cool idea, which will work to bring Buffy back. On the other upside Tara's felt a lot better." Willow reassured Dawn.

Dawn already knew that she was no longer 'the key' to everyone, but the sister of a deceased close friend of theirs. Dawn just couldn't face seeing her home without Buffy there, ever since that horrible night of grief; Dawn nearly dying and Buffy jumping to her death.

"How did it go in LA with Angel?" Dawn asked partly trying to take her mind off her depression.

Willow had gone to Los Angeles to tell Angel about Buffy's death, Dawn had wondered how he would take the news.

"Well..Angel is coming here, next week, so is Cordelia and Wesley." Willow hesitated "They wok for Angel, they are sorta our friends."

There was a sudden scream from Willow's bedroom, followed quickly by a thud. Willow gasped, shocked of what might of happened to Tara.

"Hang on, that must be Tara!" Willow quickly said, then hurried into her bedroom.

Dawn decided to leave Willow and Taras dorm. Dawn walked steadily down the streets of Sunnydale, passing the odd person who she bumped into. Dawn was starting to get hungry and headed back home.

Approching her home made her realise Joyce wouldnt be in there and neither Buffy.She entered the house and the phone started to ring.After 8 rings Dawn picked up the reciever.

"Hello?" Dawn automatically said.

"Hi is B there?"

"Who?"

"Buffy is she there?"

"Oh my god!" Dawn quickly hung up the reciever wondering if her thoughts were right.

Dawn locked the door then made her way to the graveyard, where she would find Spike's crypt. There was silence, no TV on? Dawn thought. Thoughts entered Dawn's mind, he must be out. Dawn pushed the rusty door open, she was wrong he was in. Spike just sat there holding a bottle of beer in his hand, he looked like he hadn't slept in days. His eyes were all red like he had been crying for 7 days straight.

"Hey Spike!" Dawn had decided to break the silence, still trying not to sound disturbed. "Spike? You awake?"

Over in Los Angeles a girl wearing black leather pants and jacket left the local prison, she had just trying getting in contact with an enemy from the past but she was out of luck.

Meanwhile Dawn was still at Spike's crypt, when she heard a massive bang, like Buffy used to do on Spike's crypt to open it.

"Buffy?" Spike wondered and hoped with all of his heart that it was her. The creaky, rusty door shook open slowly, Buffy was standing in the doorway with Willow, they just stood there smiling, Willow with a grin instead. They still said nothing at all, just comfortable silence. Spike looked up at her but Dawn was in disbelief.

Later on the same girl with brown shoulder length, brown hair. Boarded the 217 plane to Sunnydale, California her old home. She was ready for revenge but would be getting grief instead.