When Dawn and Faith followed the orderly pushing Xander's bed back to his room, Buffy was there, sitting in the chair next to where the bed would go. She jumped up when they entered the room, and looked like she wanted to help the orderly maneuver the bed into place, but Faith stopped her. Buffy pouted, which was so not attractive, no matter what her current boyfriend said. Dawn knew she really didn't like feeling helpless, but this was one time her Slayer strength would not be an asset. They didn't want Xander to go flying through the window, after all. Dawn went over to her and gave her a hug; Buffy hung on almost tightly enough to make it hard for Dawn to breathe.

Once the orderly left, and Kennedy again closed the door and shut the blinds, Willow turned to Dawn and Faith.

"What did the MRI show?" she asked.

"Nothing," Faith said, slouching against the wall with one foot propped against it. "The doc said there was nothing to show why he won't wake up."

Willow sighed. "It was the neck support," she said. "There was a spell on it designed to put him into this perpetual sleep as soon as he fell asleep."

"So whoever did it must have seen him the day he left Africa," Faith said.

Willow shook her head. "There was a condition set on the spell," she said. "He could have slept on it just fine forever if the condition wasn't met."

"What was the condition?" Dawn asked. She couldn't think of anything special that had happened that night before Xander fell asleep.

"I don't know that yet," Willow said. "I have a couple more...uh, tests to do, and if they don't work, I'll call Giles. But I do know one thing - there was no ill intent towards Xander involved in this."

"But that makes the kind of sense that's not," Buffy said, sounding as though she'd said it before. "Someone who isn't evil put Xander into an enchanted sleep? This really sounds more like Malificent, not Glinda."

Willow shrugged. "I know, Buffy, I know. But there are certain...residues that I can read, and once I was looking for it specifically, it was really easy to tell that this was a good witch, not a bad witch. Or at least, the intent of the spell was good. She wasn't trying to hurt Xander."

"She?" Faith said.

"Yeah," Willow said. "That was easy to tell, too. It's almost as though she wanted me to know."

"Weird," Dawn said. "Did she leave a calling card, too?"

Kennedy laughed, but Willow just shook her head. "If only. She also didn't leave any instructions on how to get him out of it."

That sobered everybody. "Will you be able to figure it out?" Dawn asked.

"Eventually," Willow said. "Probably. I hope."

"Then we need to clear out and let you work," Faith said.

"I'm not leaving," Buffy said. "I just got here."

Faith rolled her eyes. "Fine, B, you stay here and watch over him, or whatever makes you happy. Will, what do you need to do your thing?"

"Just somewhere I can have some uninterrupted time with the neck support," Willow said. "I guess Kennedy and I should get a hotel room."

"Already done," Faith said, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a key. She handed it to Willow. "You guys take my room, and I'll head back with Dawn to her dorm for some shut-eye. And you will sleep, Dawn; you're dead on your feet."

Dawn stared at her. "Are you sure? The last person who slept on my floor..." She trailed off and waved a hand at Xander, who was snoring again.

Faith snorted. "I ain't had any African witches wanting to give me a good night's sleep," she said. "No good witch spells for me."