Oh shit.
How could she have forgotton this? She's had a prof in history go on about it for an entire lecture. He was epileptic. And she'd just mind fucked him on the same order of how she'd dealt with the sleazy guy in Providence. As the guards rush in, Tina's face is sheet white. One of them pulls her aside to keep her out of the way, giving her a briefly sympathetic look before turning back to the ailing Emperor. It doesn't take much to realize that he's probably not going to be okay.
Christina just killed Caesar. She's sure of it.
With all the commotion around the man it isn't difficult for her to escape the suite and she takes off down the hall, trying her best not to look entirely panic-stricken or guilty.
What now? What do I do now? Rose? Anastasia? Chris? Joey? Where are you guys? Turning a corner she is grabbed by a guard.
Whatever happens next, she doesn't know because it's the same as it all started: searing pain, then nothingness. Only blackness and a distinct feeling of falling once again.
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