On the ground again, she gasped as chips of glass flew around the room. She covered her face, the lace of her gloves catching a few pieces, sending rainbows around the room as the light hit them. Staring at the ceiling, she saw the dangling chain, a link having snapped.<br/><br/>Her fiance-to-be had gotten lost in the crowds milling about the edges, trying to find their way out. Rumors of a curse on the crown began almost instantaneously. With the assistance of a nearby man, she stood and dusted herself off. Calls for Mister Wickerbot began, trying to see if he was alright.<br/><br/>Slowly, she spotted him by the fallen display case and took a few clacking steps over. "Mr. Wickerbot?"