"Both Samantha and I could sense something mystical about Dawn." Karen informed General Higgins, Xander and Cordelia. "We believed it was Key. She is or rather was, the Key made flesh. Something has happened that's changed that. I no more understand what has happened then I understood the Key or how something mystical could be made human. Somehow Dawn is no longer the Key. I don't sense anything mystical about her anymore. She's human."

"She looks like she's four years old!" Xander exclaimed. "The last time I saw her she was sixteen. How does she go from sixteen to four?"

"She wanted to be an ordinary girl." Cordelia said. "We were discussing it on the way here. She didn't want to be the Key, she's afraid of being studied, she's afraid of us being used against her and she's afraid of unknowingly using abilities she doesn't understand and can't even identify."

"And Magic made her." Karen nodded. "She was a mystical artifact made human with Magic. Some catalyst made her wish come true, she's no longer the Key made human, she's simply human."

"And the four years old part?" Xander asked. "Because she was only made four years ago, right? That's the only part of her that could be considered unrelated to the original Magic form. The rest belongs to the Key. Wherever it is now."

"Is she still Dawn? The Dawn we knew?" Cordelia asked. "Will she remember her life?"

"We won't know until she wakes up." Karen said. "But Xander's theory fits, so I'm thinking at the very least, the artificially introduced memories won't be. More likely, she will be a blank slate or just have some general knowledge. She might retain the ability to speak or do other things a four year old should be able to do or she might have to start over, learning for herself things the monks copied from Buffy and gave to her."

"We can't just abandon her." Cordelia decided and Xander nodded. "We'll tell people Dawn has gone to live with her sister, who's now in a position to take care of her herself. And we'll have to call her something else. The only other option is to move to a different neighborhood and we're not in a position to move."

"Not to mention the benefits to the neighborhood we're already in." Xander agreed. "People who look out for each other, that's priceless and hard to find."

"What should we call her?" Cordelia asked.

"If I might suggest Samantha." General Higgins offered. "It's a good way to honor Samantha Grand, for her sacrifice."

"Samantha." Xander said. "Samantha Joyce, maybe? To honor both of them."

"Samantha Joyce Chase-Harris." Cordelia announced. "Since Jesse's Harris-Chase."

"We're getting fancy here, but I don't mind. We're from California, stuff like that's normal here."

"I'll arrange adoption paperwork." General Higgins said with a smile. "It's nice to see good things happen once in awhile."

"Yeah, right up until we tell Buffy and Faith what's happened to their little sister. That's not a conversation I'm looking forward to." Xander shook his head. "Either one of them. Is she healthy? Can we at least tell the girls that?"

"She seems perfectly healthy." The base doctor informed them. "If I didn't know any better I'd think she'd always been a normal child."

"Well, once she wakes up, we can go home and introduce her to her new brother." Cordelia said. "And the insanity of Sunnydale has managed to find us once again."

"I don't think we'll ever manage to escape it, not entirely." Xander said pessimistically. "But look on the bright side, when you walk the red carpet with two adorable kids and a devoted husband beside you, you'll get all the attention the star of the movie would've have gotten."

"I will, won't I?" Cordelia agreed with a laugh. "Dawn's wish came true and so is mine, she's a real girl and I'm an actress."

"And I am a very happy husband and daddy."

The girl on the bed opened her eyes and looked at the two people standing over her and in a sleepy voice said. "Daddy?"

"Yeah, honey, I'm your Daddy."

"My Daddy."

Sometimes Magic can give you nightmares beyond imagining and sometimes, it can give you your greatest dreams.