Her head banged itself a couple times against the wall before she rubbed the spot. And then she spoke her words under a deep sigh. "Trixie, why don't you remember just what happened before you found yourself by the backdoor of that dreaded boutique..?" It was a question she tried to find the answer on every night, ever since it happened to her. Yet what was probably the most interesting fact of it all, was that she didn't spoke in her regular third person voice. It was something rarely seen but behind the rough and tough showbissmare there still laid a simple unicorn of simple thoughts.