Stewie was watching the battle unfold from the top of the hill. He wished he wasn't confined to his wheelchair so he could take part.

He squinted down into the carnage below him. He looked for Brian, but couldn't see him anywhere. Stewie was starting to get scared.

"Okay, Brian," he muttered. "You said you didn't want me to help, but I can't just sit by and let you get killed. I hope you'll forgive me for this."

And he warged into Brian.

But when he entered Brian's body, he found he couldn't move! Brian was trapped under a mass of bodies, and Stewie could barely budge him. He himself felt like he was about to suffocate. This wasn't going to work.

Stewie returned to his own body, gasping for breath. He had never felt so powerless in his life. It seemed there was nothing he could do to assist Brian. This might be the end for both of them…

And then Stewie heard the sound of a horn.

He saw a bunch of knights from the Vale ride into the valley, with banners bearing the falcon sigil of House West. And they were led by Glen Quagmire! (Actually, it was Arya Stark disguised as Quagmire, but Stewie didn't know that yet.)

The knights of the Vale began to cut down the Bolton soldiers from behind. At first, they tried to fight back, but Ramsay soon saw that his forces were hopelessly outnumbered. So, he ordered his remaining men to retreat back to Winterfell.

Brian was able to get back to his feet then. He saw a person who appeared to be Quagmire, and a girl about Meg's age, sitting on horses. They seemed to be the leaders of the Vale army.

Brian limped up to them. "Who are you?"

"My name's Glen Quagmire," said the disguised Arya. "This is my daughter Alayne." She didn't want to reveal the true identities of herself and her sister in front of all these people. She and Sansa would tell Brian who they really were when they were alone with him.

"Well, thanks for coming to help us," said Brian.

"It's not over yet," said Arya.

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In the courtyard of Winterfell, Ramsay was pacing back and forth. "We haven't lost yet," he kept saying.

"Yes, we have, man," said Bart Simpson.

"Their army's gone."

"No, our army's gone."

"We still have Winterfell," Ramsay insisted stubbornly.

"We won't hold it for long," Bart said. "They have reinforcements from the Vale now, Shelly Marsh has gone over to their side, and I don't see Gideon or Bertram anywhere. Face it, man, it's over. Our only hope is to surrender now; then maybe they'll let us live out the rest of our lives on the Wall."

Ramsay shook his head in disgust. "What happened to you, Bart? You used to be cool. I'm not giving up. I've never lost at anything before, and I won't lose now. I've still got one more trick up my sleeve…"

A Bolton soldier came running up. "They're at the gate now!"

Ramsay looked. It was true. The combined forces of Northmen, Vale knights, and wildlings had reached the gates of Winterfell, with Brian, Arya, and Sansa leading the charge.

Ramsay only smiled.

Now a group of Manotaurs was stomping forward. They started butting the gate with their horns. The bars began to bend.

Ramsay continued to grin, still confident he would emerge victorious.

With a splintering crash, the gate broke, and the Manotaurs came charging through. Brian, Arya, and Sansa were close behind.

Ramsay just stood there, still smiling. Just as the Manotaurs were about to reach him, he pulled something out of his belt. It was the magic flashlight. He pointed it at the Manotaurs and they all shrank! Before Brian, Arya, and Sansa knew what had happened, Ramsay shrank them too.

Next to come through the gate were Tormund and some other wildlings. Ramsay zapped them with the flashlight as well, laughing manically.

"I told ya you couldn't defeat me, Brian Griffin!" he cried. "You'll regret the day you tried to oppose me! An' so will all your friends! You'll… OOF!"

Someone slammed into Ramsay from behind, knocking him to the ground. It was Theon Greyjoy! He had broken out of his cell!

The flashlight rolled out of Ramsay's hand and Brian pounced on it. He pointed it at himself, regrowing himself to his proper size. Then he pointed the flashlight at Ramsay and shrank him!

Brian picked Ramsay up with one paw and pointed the flashlight at Bart with the other. "Anyone else want to get shrunk?"

Bart threw up his hands. "Aye carumba! Don't have a cow, man! You win! I'll do whatever you say, just don't hurt me!" And the other remaining members of the garrison were of like mind.

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Bertram and Gideon were running through the snow. They had deserted when they saw the knights from the Vale arrive.

"Ramsay's finished," Gideon said. "We gotta get outta here!"

"I agree," said Bertram, "but where can we go?"

"To King's Landin'," said Gideon. "Now that Ramsay's down an' out, our best hope is joinin' forces with King Joffrey."

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Brian and his allies had retaken Winterfell now. Bart and the surviving Bolton soldiers had been confined to the dungeons. Everyone had been regrown to their proper sizes, except for Ramsay.

Brian, Stewie, Theon, Sansa, and Arya were standing in the kennels, with Arya still wearing Quagmire's face. Brian was holding the miniaturized Ramsay.

Ramsay was still smiling even now. He could not process the fact that he had lost. "So, this is where I'll be staying now?" he asked.

"You won't be staying here for long," said Brian, setting Ramsay down on the floor.

"Your words will disappear," said Sansa. "Your house will disappear. Your name will disappear. All memory of you will disappear. Today, you're going to pay for everything you've done to us!"

"What have I done to you?" Ramsay asked Sansa. "I don't believe I've ever met you before today." He had met Sansa before, of course, in the original timeline before the Dimensional Merge, and he had done something pretty nasty to her. But he had no recollection of this now.

"So, you're going to kill me?" Ramsay said with a smirk.

"Oh, we're not going to kill you," Stewie said, in the exact same tone of voice Ramsay himself had used when he was siccing his dogs on Stannis. "They are!"

Ramsay's dogs appeared, stepping out of their cells. "My hounds will never harm me," Ramsay declared. "They're loyal beasts."

The dogs began sniffing at Ramsay and licking their chops. They had not been fed in days. "Heel!" Ramsay ordered them.

But they refused to listen to him. Once, he had been able to control them, but now he was smaller than them. Ramsay's smug overconfidence finally began to crumble into panicking terror. "Sit! Down! Down! Down! Down! Down! Ahhhhhhh!"

One of the dogs pounced on Ramsay and ate him in a single bite.

"Serves him right," Arya said.

Theon addressed Stewie. "This mess was all my fault," he said. "If I hadn't betrayed you, Ramsay wouldn't have been able to take over like he did."

"Well, you did save Brian just now," said Stewie. "So, I guess it all evened out."

"Will you accept me back into your service?" Theon asked him. "I want to redeem myself for my treachery to you, even if it takes me the rest of my life."

Stewie could see he was sincerely sorry. "Sure, I'll give you another chance," he said.

Arya cleared her throat. "There's something I've got to tell you," she told Brian and Stewie. "I'm not actually Glen Quagmire."

She reached up and pulled off Quagmire's face, revealing her own face beneath. "How did you do that?" Brian exclaimed.

"Just a little trick I learned in Bravos. Anyway, this is who I really am. My name is Arya Stark."

"And I'm Sansa Stark," said Sansa. "I'm actually Arya's sister, not her daughter."

"I feel like I know you two from somewhere," said Theon, "but I don't know where."

"I know who you are!" Stewie said. "You're Bran's sisters!"

"You know Bran?" said Arya.

"I knew him," Stewie said sadly. "He died protecting me. It seems we have a lot to talk about…"