One hundred years after Chosen, Buffy lives in a world destroyed by the Dollhouse's technology, looking for something she can't let herself remember. Her life changes when she gets a box in the mail (never mind that mail no longer exists) containing a certain incorporeal someone. The Dollhouse's technology plays a role in this fic, but the characters are strictly Buffyverse. **Runner-Up for Best TV Crossover at the SunnyD Memorial Awards, Round 19.** This story is undergoing editing and rewriting, so if you've read it anywhere else, know that this is version is going to look different. To that end, big thanks to Spikez_tart for her kick-ass beta work!