[Regina wakes with a start. For a moment, she's disoriented, unsure whether the angry screaming she hears comes from the outside or is entirely her own.
She doesn't remember dreaming. Not hers, then.
This is not her room, nor her bed. The simple bed she's lying on is hard beneath her. Regina sits up, immediately awake, and takes in her surroundings: the spare concrete walks, the flickering light, the steel door. It looks like something out of the countless movies she's watched.
Probably still in America, then. But not in Storybrooke.
Now, if there isn't a disturbing thought. She has no magic outside of Storybrooke.
Except she doesn't feel different. Not like she did when she went to Boston, to get her son...
Henry. She needs to get back to him. Whatever else happens, she knows this will drive her. To test her powers, she lifts her hand, attempts a fireball. It takes her a moment, but then the room is brightened by the golden flame.
Regina smiles.
Time to examine the room. A look around the bed reveals a battery-less digital camera and a plush dragon. Regina pulls a face. What use is a plushie? Still, she holds on to both items as she takes further stock of the room.
There's nothing else. Not even a backpack. Regina slides the digital camera into her coat pocket and decides to leave the plushie. She has no time for sentimentals.
Without hesitation, she pushes open the door and enters the hallway. Once there, she re-ignites her fireball. Better sight, and a clear message to any creature or enemy she might encounter.]
Regina Mills | OUAT | OTA
She doesn't remember dreaming. Not hers, then.
This is not her room, nor her bed. The simple bed she's lying on is hard beneath her. Regina sits up, immediately awake, and takes in her surroundings: the spare concrete walks, the flickering light, the steel door. It looks like something out of the countless movies she's watched.
Probably still in America, then. But not in Storybrooke.
Now, if there isn't a disturbing thought. She has no magic outside of Storybrooke.
Except she doesn't feel different. Not like she did when she went to Boston, to get her son...
Henry. She needs to get back to him. Whatever else happens, she knows this will drive her. To test her powers, she lifts her hand, attempts a fireball. It takes her a moment, but then the room is brightened by the golden flame.
Regina smiles.
Time to examine the room. A look around the bed reveals a battery-less digital camera and a plush dragon. Regina pulls a face. What use is a plushie? Still, she holds on to both items as she takes further stock of the room.
There's nothing else. Not even a backpack. Regina slides the digital camera into her coat pocket and decides to leave the plushie. She has no time for sentimentals.
Without hesitation, she pushes open the door and enters the hallway. Once there, she re-ignites her fireball. Better sight, and a clear message to any creature or enemy she might encounter.]