Hours
She waits for seconds, then minutes, then hours for him to return.
It doesn't seem such a terrible thing, after all. He couldn't be hurt…
But he had ran off somewhere. She waits for him to return; he always has before.
Hours pass, and no Boq. Nessa has nothing to look at except the mirror.
The reflection in the glass is cackling wildly, casting some sort of spell. She sees Boq, standing out in an apple orchard, suddenly freezing.
Hours pass as she stares at it, thinking.
She stands, smiles, embraces what she sees.
And the Wicked Witch of the East punishes the one who hurt her. She chants, and it rains…