Jane is in her bedroom, reading the announcement on the CrockerCorp website.

"The new branding will be launched on 2x3prong day..." She frowns. "I wonder what that means."

"It's one of these, silly!"

Jane turns around. There's a strange gray-skinned girl with white eyes and gills in the middle of her bedroom, holding up a double-ended trident.

She wasn't here the last time.

"Ah," Jane says. "I do appear to be dreaming."

"Wow!" the girl says. "You shore do like this Crocker stuff!"

"I'm going to inherit it one day," Jane explains.

"Reely?" The girl laughs. "I was a princess once!"

"You were?" Jane asks, a little confused.

"Yes!" the girl shouts. "It's a sea-rious responsibility, isn't it? I spent so much time thinking about all the fins I wanted to change!"

"Yeah..." Jane says, but she isn't sure she follows. It's not that she hasn't made plans for the future, but there's never been any really big changes she wanted to make. Why meddle with a business model which works so well?

But then, after what happened earlier, she isn't sure it's working at all.

"You know the silliest thing?" the girl continues. "I never did any of it! Someone krilled me before I had the chance."

"Oh – I'm sorry –"

"It wasn't your fault!" the girl tells her. She sits on Jane's bed, and gestures for Jane to come and sit next to her. She does so, feeling somewhat nervous so close to a total stranger.

"Listen!" the girl commands. "There are three things I want you to remember. Firstly: you have to listen to your fronds. A princess needs advisors she can trust. Pick good ones!"

"I think I have," Jane says. She can't imagine better friends than she already has.

"Good!" The girl smiles encouragingly. "Secondly: LIVE! Let yourshell have fun! Just because one day you might be in charge, doesn't mean you can't make a difference in the meantime."

"Oh." Jane wonders if she's ever thought of it like that before. Her friends have been warning her about the Batterwitch for a long time, but did she ever think of looking into it herself? "What's the third thing?"

"Never be afraid to... cuttle!" The girl wraps her arms around Jane, knocking her backwards, and turning them both into a giggling heap. Soon, they are stretched out on the floor together, panting.

"Oh – I – thank you!" Jane says. "Whoever you are – thanks a lot!"

She vanishes, and the girl is left alone. Her smile fades as she stares at the empty space.

"Feferi," she says softly. "My name's Feferi."