Regina stood in a field of pink flowers, watching a pair of warriors battle. The warriors she recognized were Sakaala and Ajax. She knew not why they were fighting but knew it had to be important if they were truly going all out, as they seemed. To her left, Isabeau laid dead. When she saw her body, she felt no joy, only sorrow and anger. To her right, her oriental lover that had disappeared on her, wrapped in chains, crying. When she turned around, she saw Genevieve sitting on a black throne, her glare evil. She saw then that this dream was an omen. She saw the path she was heading down was dark and dangerous and knew she would have to change her ways. It wouldn't be easy but she made a promise to herself then and there. She looked back up at the battle, only to see both Sakaala and Ajax leaping for her.

Regina awoke with a start, breathing heavy. Looking around, she saw the ruined house, a group of people not far from it, and closer, Ionathon speaking with the maids and servants. The rain had stopped, or at least lightened up, and she felt awake enough to move, as long as she kept herself from her psionics. She stood shakily and stretched, soon beginning to walk towards the destroyed building, stopping as she heard the man say cruel things about the woman that had hired them. She listened to the conversation discretely, continuing once he had heard enough.

She knew Sakaala was talking to someone but she couldn't see who was in the rubble. "What's going on up there?" Regina asked, stopping beside the beast woman. "Found a survivor or something?" she asked, looking up at her. "Ajax trying to dig them out?" She didn't wait for an answer before trying to climb in, knowing Sakaala could, and thinking she probably would, pull the halfling out with barely any strength. Without her Psionics, Regina felt weak and vulnerable, though she tried not to show it. She didn't even think if anyone would notice her trying to climb into the mess rather than float in as she usually did.