Winnie's first thought was that she'd somehow been transported underground. She could hear voices, but they were muffled, as though something were covering her ears. Worse, something was covering her entire body—dirt, or some kind of pebbly rubble. Perhaps the ceiling had collapsed; there was something heavy resting on her back.

She could move, kind of, but it felt wrong. Her limbs felt swollen and stiff. They must be numb since she couldn't feel her hands, fingers, or feet. Had they been crushed?

Panicked, she tried to remain motionless. Moving her crushed limbs would make them worse. Why didn't she feel any pain? Was she in shock? Maybe. She felt cold, yet her surroundings felt warm. Was this blood loss? Was her body shutting down?

Winnie tried to scream—in distress, in pain, in fear. All that came from her mouth was a pitiful wail that sounded wrong. She couldn't make words; her tongue felt swollen. And her teeth... were missing? Everything about her mouth was wrong. Everything about her body was wrong.

She screamed again. Again, the same raspy wail. This time, she didn't stop.

Her inertia shifted; she was moving. Then something indistinct was before her, hardly visible in the dark. She screamed again. It came closer. It wasn't human. Was it a ship? Someone in an armored suit? No. It was... a hand? A giant hand?

It flicked her on the face.

"Shut up, you. We're talking."

The hand floated away. Winnie followed it with her eyes. It was attached to a giant human, one that was holding her.

And then she understood.

She wasn't buried underground.

She was being held by a human.

...a human that looked identical to her.

Winnie closed her eyes. Concentrating on her power, she visualized herself.

She was a tortoise.

She screamed all over again. In her mind, she saw her tortoise-self make the same little yelping gasps Marzipan had been making. It was pitiful. No one would ever know what she was trying to convey. This was a terrible dream, or a bad trip. Even her mind felt broken and sluggish.

A part of her was aware of her bladder releasing.

"Oh, hell," her human body said. It shuffled her from hand to hand as it shook off urine. It looked her in the eye again. It's expression was alien to Winnie, as though she'd seen the face a million times, and now it didn't look like a face anymore. It took her time to realize it was sneering.

"Tell me we don't have to take these shits with us." Winnie's tortoise ears could hardly make sense of his words. It was only through her power that she could understand him.

"No," said Helena, or whoever was occupying her body, "We can leave them. This one though." The Helena impostor stepped over the enclosure and picked up Marzipan, or rather the real Helena. Everything was starting to make terrible sense. "This is Victoria's daughter. We will take her with us."

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Winnie's body put Winnie on the ground. Winnie tried to stand, but failed.

"Hold it." This was the caretaker. "That one has a power."

"This one?" A foot rested on Winnie, keeping her pinned.

"Yes. It has awareness of all that it chooses to notice, at least that's my best guess."

"Anything?"

"In the present physical world, yes."

"Then Victoria will no doubt consider her valuable." Helena's imposter faced Winnie's imposter. "Alex, hold on to her. Christof, are there any other powers here?"

"Three that I see," the caretaker replied. "Sibyl is over there. And there and there are two others."

"Point them out. We're taking them with us."

"Why?" replied Winnie's impostor, apparently Alex. "If we walk out of here with an armload of tortoises, we might draw some attention."

"Victoria locked them in here just like she did us. They could be allies. And we need to know their powers. Anything they can do, she can do. Come."

Alex picked Winnie up. They walked to the other enclosures. The one called Christof stopped before one. "Here is Sibyl."

"Damnit," the Helena impostor muttered.

Alex burst out laughing.

Winnie saw in her mind what was wrong. The tortoise was humongous. So much so that any one of them could climb on its shell. It's plaque said it was a Galapagos tortoise.

"Oh my God," Alex said. "She's still a fat-ass." He stooped to look the tortoise in the eye. It gazed back. "Oh. Oh my. They had to put her on a diet... because she was gaining weight."

"Take this seriously," impostor Helena said.

"Should we swap her with one of the other tortoises?" Christof asked.

"We'll have to."

"Or," Alex regained his composure, "we leave her, because she's deadweight. Heavy deadweight."

"We are not leaving her behind," impostor Helena said. "Or any of the powers."

"We can't have much time. Any minute she could figure out we've escaped. We can't go saving everyone."

"Would you rather I have left you?"

"I am useful. Sibyl is not."

"We are not leaving anyone behind. You might not realize this, but Victoria is the queen of the world now."

"What?" Christof said.

"Of course I know that," Alex replied.

"Then you will realize that escaping is just the beginning of our problems. She will hound us to the ends of the earth. We need allies. We need to work together."

"Hold on," Christof said. "She's the queen? Of the world?"

The Helena impostor hushed him. A white flashlight beam danced from behind the trees and shrubs. Winnie could see who it was long before they could. Two guards were approaching. She recognized one from the night before.

"How many?" Helena impostor peered toward the light? "Is it two?"

"Yes. Two," answered Christof. "Do we hide?"

"No. They must know we're here. But this is good. Alex, you can read tortoise minds, right?"

"Did you miss just now when I read Sibyl's?"

"Go with Christof. Figure out which of the other two will most likely help us and bring them. Go. Be quick!"

Christof hid the tortoise in his hands behind the enclosure. Alex did the same with Winnie. They hurried off toward the other enclosures. As the guards approached, the Helena impostor likewise put Helena out of view with the others. Winnie knew what was about to happen, the impostor would need her hands free, because she was about to steal those guard's bodies.

This was a nightmare. No, it was worse, because no matter how foggy or slow Winnie's mind was working, she couldn't wake up from this. It was reality, and it was all because of her. She had cracked Marzipan's cage. She had invited that impostor to come down here, where all these other prisoners were. And now these guards would suffer too.

But right now, she couldn't think about that. Her captors had put her down, and they were preoccupied with the coming guards. If there was ever a chance to escape, it was now. It wasn't just a matter of saving herself and Helena, is was about not letting herself become a pawn.

These people had been the queen's prisoners once. They clearly still feared her. She would have all of their powers on that necklace of hers. That meant she could swap bodies. Why had she never told anyone about that? ...well, there were probably a thousand reasons why not, but Winnie didn't ponder them right now. What was important was that Victoria had the power fix all of this.

If Winnie could get away, then she couldn't be used against Victoria. It was all she could do, but it would help.

It was time to figure out how to be tortoise.