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Regina looked questioningly at the Queen when she held the square out to her. Not breaking eye contact, she slowly turned her palm upwards and accepted the little buiscuitish looking piece of God knows what, and instantly regretted it. All the images that Amy had managed to keep at bay returned in full force, tearing through her mind. Clutching her head, she slowly sank to the ground, wondering how many times someone could black out in one day.
Then there was silence. No images, no noise, no searing headache. Her head was clear.
She looked up at the smiling Queen in wonder and mouthed, “How?”