She gave a rude snort. "Must have messed up the bridge spell. Was trying to go back h..." she choked on the word a moment. "Back to the Isle. Where I belong. Not exactly the perfect princess type. One minute, i'm riding towards the cliff on my scooter, Spell book in my bag, mom in a box in my back pocket, next thing I know I'm here. No scooter, no bag, no book, nothing."