The situation was dire. Henry and Archie trapped in an old mine, and it's structural integrity.. questionable. The mine's supports are insecure, already having been shook by multiple tremors. The townspeople, including you, were gathered outside the mine, trying to get in. And Regina was panicking.

She needed Henry. She needed her son, in her arms, and she needed him now. She hated not being able to do anything. She was being forced to just watch while the construction workers tried to get into the mine, the entrance blocked by rubble from one of the previous tremors. Their efforts, so far, had been futile. Regina was convinced they were making it worse. And she wasn't far off, either, as another, more severe tremor shook the ground and further loosened the mine's supports.

"Stop! Stop it, stop it, you're making it worse!"

Regina exclaimed as she ran down to the plume of dust that had been shed from the rubble, panic seizing her. You followed her, grabbing her shoulder and keeping her away from the mine, just in case it collapsed any further. She glared at you for a moment, but the look quickly lost its effect when the panic and grief flooded through it.

"They're gonna end up killing my son!"

She tried to protest, her voice, firm as it was, shook. Regina would never admit it, but she was terrified. Terrified of losing her son. In this moment, the usually cold, stoic Mayor was little more than a mother worried for her child's safety.