It began on the seventh day of the seventh month, just over three decades and three years ago. And it ended after seven weeks.

Everything happens very fast. She has maybe one hundredth of a second to see Regina's lips purse before there's a bare, shimmering arm reaching out and grabbing, and the next thing Emma knows, she's been backed into a corner of the still-running shower; fully dressed, and with probably the most attractive woman in any realm pressing her bodily against the tile.