If she was honest, she didn't like the timing.

Her whole life she was on time, where she had to be exactly when she was supposed to, but now she didn't like the time she got. She at least wanted ten minutes more to just make sure Copia was doing okay after the encore and then she could keel over, that would've been fine. But no, she didn't get the choice.

She was back in her chambers in the ministry again with absolutely no recollection on how she ended up there in the first place. At least nothing hurt any more, that was a bonus. She was still old though, a little part of her wished she'd be 30 or something again but that wasn't realistic.

She sat up on her bed with no effort whatsoever which was nice and stretched her back, god, it felt good to move again. That wheelchair was a pain in the ass.

As she did, she looked over at a very familiar face staring back at her, sitting at her boudoir with the chair facing the bed, she looked back at you.