Persephone: (quietly, speaking to self) Hmm... Thorne is right, you've got almost no tangible aura at all. And the hair, this little braid... so this is what all the fuss is about. Run away royalty, hu? Tucked away, in the storage room, where it appears old furniture goes to die. A strange fate for royalty... Hmmm.
Persephone: (gasps as braid slips out of hand)Stranger: (groan) Oh... are you... are you death? "Death comes as a woman, shrouded in such beauty that one should weep, and wish nothing more than to be cradled in the peace of her arms." I never thought it would be so true. So, I'm dead, aren't I? The snow...
Stranger: The Summerlands look a little different than I thought they would... (blinking)
Persephone: Uh... you're not dead... uh.... hang on... don't go anywhere...
Persephone: Thorne... I have to find Thorne and tell him he's gorgeous... er AWAKE! And tell him he's awake! Oh by the third God, Seph. Keep it together! THORNE!!!!