The slap didn't work.  Rachel had hoped that it would ignite some sort of hatred or something within Becky, getting out just a little more black and helping her to be neutral again.  "I'm sorry..."  She stepped back, not knowing what else to do, until the knife fixed everything.<br/><br/>Everything now seemed to be mostly settled, although it was harder to tell if it was for better or worse.  Becky flew off and Marcus was just standing there in confusion.  She moved over to him, reaching out to take his hand.  "Hey?" she asked gently.  "Are you alright?  Did it work?"