Later into the night, Raven was having trouble sleeping.
"No, no I'm not like that," said Raven while tossing around in bed. In her dream, she was standing before a crowd of people.
"How could you, Raven?" asked a pale white version of Cerise who looked like she had been electrocuted with her hair sticking up all over and burn marks around her neck.
"It was the only way to stop my mother, you knew that," said Raven.
"Her reign would have been better than what you put me through; after all, you killed me," said Cerise before she vanished.
"It… it's not my fault!" said Raven.
"Oh, but it is!" came her voice back at her as an evil version of herself towered over her.
"After all, you gave into the darkness you have always held in your heart and did things you swore you would never do," she said.
"That's not true," said Raven.
"Then how do you explain what you did to your mother?" asked the Evil Raven as a mirror appeared before them.
"Raven, please stop, I'll give you the tablet," said the Evil Queen while appearing in the mirror in a copy of the throne room. She was also laying on the ground looking up at her daughter.
"After what you made me do, you deserve this!" said Raven before shooting her magic at her mother in the form of lightning.
"Stop!" screamed Raven at the same time she forced herself awake.
"Raven, what's wrong?!" asked Apple who rushed over to her girl's side.
"I… I," said the witch before leaning over and grabbing the waist basket by her nightstand which she proceeded to throw up into.