It was a beautiful spring day in Massachusetts. Lilah Morgan, now 55 years old but still gorgeous thanks to various spells, youth potions, and an occasional sacrifice to a demon, clung to the arm of her husband Linwood Murrow, who had't changed much either, as they sat waiting for the ceremony to start. Finally it had all come to fruition. The Senior Partners had been quite pleased.

Actually Dr. Gorshin should have been there; after all, it was he who had started it all. Unfortunately, a horrible lab accident, had claimed his life; he would be remembered, however. He had started it all.

It had been a long haul, but in the end it was so worth it. The investment of time and money that had been put into the project had paid many dividends and would, in time, reap many more.

Lilah had been asked to devote herself full time to the project for its first thirteen years, which she had done enthusiastically. Linwood had been most supportive. After all, this was something really big, the first of its kind and, as it turned out, the first of many. She had nurtured and home-schooled the child, carefully directing his eating habits, his physical development, and, most of all, his moral and ethical development, or, more accurately, the lack thereof. She had seen to it that he had everything he wanted or needed to develop all of his "talents."

At thirteen the boy had been sent to an exclusive prep school in the east; soon stories of strange happenings including deaths, mutilations, tortures, had emerged. He had never even been suspected of anything. Linwood and Lilah had been given hearty bonuses and an unprecedented sabbatical year to take a world tour. That was the most substantial reward to employees in the history of Wolfram & Hart.

Graduating at the top of his class, he had easily been accepted into Harvard; from there, the summa cum laude class president went on to Harvard Law. Today was his graduation day.

Lilah and Linwood were so proud. He was handsome, brilliant, and a completely amoral sociopath. They knew he would rise to the top of Wolfram & Hart, thanks to their upbringing. And to think that their old foe Angel deserved some of the credit.

Actually Dr. Gorshin had started the project. When they had brought the hand in for disposal, he had suggested trying to see if there were enough cells to develop a clone. The Senior Partners were most intrigued and gave Dr. Gorshin unlimited facilities and carte blanche. Lilah had been willing to have the resulting embryo emplanted in her, although she was not at all enthusiastic about the idea of pregnancy and childbirth. A fortune in diamonds was her reward, as well as eternal youth, a wet nurse, a nanny for diaper changing and walking the floor, a mansion, and a limousine complete with handsome young chauffeur. Linwood did't care; he had a gorgeous maid and a sultry masseuse competing for his attention.

He marched up on stage to receive his diploma, having graduated with perfect grades. The sacrifices he had made to achieve his status had been cleverly covered up to appear to have been suicides or accidents. No unwanted attention had ever come his way. Yes, this young man was destined for greatness.

"Lindsey McDonald Murrow, summa cum laude, Order of the Coif, editor of the Law Review." There was an outpouring of applause for the handsome young man with the beautiful smile. And in the audience at least three young women carried his children; they would be "harvested" and taken to the firm to be raised as the next generation of Wolfram & Hart lawyers.

"If Angel had only known," Lilah whispered to her husband.

"Lindsey would't have spent a year with one hand." The proud parents rose to applaud their son.