I was Queen of the World. Until I wasn't. One moment I was in chains and bleeding, the next I was fine - but dressed in red. Someone had played a dirty trick on me. They'd dressed me in a red cartoon outfit - like a Queen. But not my usual goth black. And I also couldn't get out of it. Buttons too high on my back. Hoops and petticoats I couldn't reach under to get free of. Someone was going to pay for this. That little Sue Regniald was the last person...