She's done it. She swore that she would let hell rain over earth before she would allow any harm come to Dawn, and now she has. My Slayer has failed to protect the world because of personal ties. My Slayer has failed us, and I failed her as her watcher. The Key has reverted back to it's original form and therefore impossible to kill as Buffy weeps over the body that kept the Key hidden so long, yet not long enough.

The walls have crumbled, Glory has gone home, and all that's left is for us to die.