Tina feels the cold, it bites into her skin like a knife. She’s pale and her heart feels like it might beat right out of her chest. She stares as if into an abyss and all she sees is the darkness. She’s alone now, so very alone, the last of her family torn from her side.
Queenie, why? Why’d you leave me all alone?
And then it hits her, its her fault, she left Queenie all alone. She shouldn’t have fought with her, she should’ve stayed by her side. Even though work….she was just doing a job. But she was looking for Credence and Grindelwald was still out there, she was doing the right thing...right?
It’s my fault.
Newt sits at the bedside of Tina Goldstein, grasping her cold hand and wishing she’d open her eyes.
“In rare moments a witch or wizards magic will try to protect them or turn on themselves. In this case Miss Goldstein’s magic has done both. To protect her psyche her magic has placed her in a dreamlike state, but it has