They put her in a cell with that loser, Prince Charming, who she’d come to rescue.
Before the irony became too much to bear, she said, “hand me that spoon.”
“What are you doing?”
“I’ll use that spoon to reflect that beam of sunlight onto that pile of straw.”
“Before you can cross the Bridge to Nowhere, you must choose a destination!”
She would have to make her choice soon, lest her Prince Charming die in the clutches of the evil Fly-Dragon.
“For my destination, I choose… The Other Side!”
The keeper paused momentarily.
“You may pass.”