...and Switch

Swan's mind suddenly focused, with a clear relief. As if the information Queen Witch has been looking for all along didn't actually matter.

There is something else you're protecting, isn't there, Director?

Conscious thoughts swerved, projecting confusion of buildings and trinkets.

Oh, you are not going to think about it? This... artifact?

Of course, the word brought a glimpse of the very thing she was trying to keep hidden.

A small, flat, bejeweled... but not clear enough to identify.

A spike of panic as the thought was swept away.

Oh, no no. We're going to talk about that!

Swan smiled.