The burning glow of the magic in her eyes snapped off when he spun her around as if he had thrown a switch. When what occurred in this memory had actually taken place, her magic had just submerged itself under her skin and she'd come back to herself the same way someone woke up on a day they didn't need to set an alarm clock. This was more a wake-up by cold-water dousing.

Oh God. He'd seen that.

She cried out and flung the Staff away from her, dropping to the floor and burying her face in her hands so she wouldn't have to see what he thought of what she'd done. It was the cowardly way out, sure, but she couldn't face him right now. She couldn't bear to see the disgust he must be feeling with her.

The passageway dissolved, transforming into a whirl of memory snapshots. Not chasing the rabbit again, but other things she'd prefer people not see.

Nico standing contemptuously over an older man and woman, pulling the Staff back after casting a spell. The woman was openly weeping.

Nico dragging Molly away from a burning building while Molly dug in her heels and protests, pointing back the way they'd come.

Nico in winter gear, planting a kiss on a startled-looking blond boy before he angrily shoved her away.

Nico slinging a spell at the same boy before being attacked by a featherless deinonychus as Molly was grabbed and dragged into a van.