[... Oh. Regina stays quiet for a moment or two, trying to figure out what to say. She knows just how much it hurts to lose people, and just how much agony it is to wake up one morning only to find out your son has gone home.

Instead of saying anything, she waves her hand at the bar in front of Michonne, conjuring several shot glasses, filled with the strong stuff.]

You're going to need those. [A faint smile.] And I'm sorry.

[She sighs, then.]

You're not crazy. Even if your world wasn't what it is, you wouldn't be crazy. Wonderland has its problems, yes, but you're not crazy for wanting the people who matter most to be here with you.