She gets to the Isle of the Lost, and she's home, she's home,

she's home.

But it's different and wrong, and she doesn't quite have words for the problem, not until she's running the roofs like she used to with Carlos, and the light purple tips and bleached strands cover her eyes, not until she's seeing the world through white instead of purple, that she knows quite what's wrong.

Less than a minute later, she's stood outside Curl Up and Dye, hoping that Dizzy is there. Dizzy was the only person Evie trusted with her hair, and so, for now, she was the only person Mal trusted as well. The squeal that the young girl lets out when Mal asks her for something new brings a smile to her face. Dizzy is still a kid, she remembers, and even her bitch of a grandmother hasn't changed that (yet).

But then Dizzy is standing above her with a purple-soaked brush, and-

"Stop!"

Dizzy cocks her head to her side, but Mal can't just go back to the way she was before, because she's not who she was before.

"Maybe… green?" she asks tentatively, and Dizzy just smiles widely and nods.

Evie gushes over her hair, short and poisonous green and wild. Carlos nods his approval and Jay just smirks when he sees her. But it's Ben's reaction that's the best. In the early hours of the morning after Cotillion, he grips it in bunches and pulls her towards him.