You know I’ve been sitting here thinking about these new people, how pathetic they were for hiding in some horrible land. So their stories didn’t have to play out. And then I realized… that’s exactly what I used to do. I don’t remember you hiding from anything. Oh, I did. My life just stopped. The only story I heard was the one I kept telling myself. That I was the Evil Queen. Until finally I forgot the most important thing. My life was never just one story. It was many stories. To some a villain. I hurt people. In ways I can never make up for. To others I’m… a hero. They’ve seen my strength, my ability to do the hard things even when I thought I couldn’t. I want to start a new story. One where the Evil Queen doesn’t get a part. And I choose to believe that this story will have a better ending than my last.