"Hold on," she murmured, her mouth close to Snow's ear. She flipped her hands and the two of them, and Rose Red, were engulfed in purple smoke. A moment later, they were in the room that had been Joanna's. None of the colors Snow most hated, an open patio, and plants.

Regina lay her down on the bed, moved crisply into the bathroom, and returned with a cool compress for Snow's face.