It may as well have just broken, taking a fall like that. Part of the Nightcap had hoped for it; at least that would have drawn someone – something close enough to latch onto and be rid of this Darkov business. Enough with needles and doors and wailing, two-minded women.

Maybe if it was pathetic enough to draw some bleeding-heart mouthbreather close, have them bend low and peer and wonder...maybe. Maybe even the one who cast it down! There would be an interesting turn.

Regina's mouth twitched, and then her head was turned, granting her safer means to hack. Don't die YET.