The iron gates behind you groaned as they slid shut. There was no sound of waves crashing against rusted ships. No distant shouts from the market stalls. No smell of garbage and seawater and decay.

Just... silence. And sunlight. And the quiet murmur of a crowd gathering outside.

Mal's gaze drifted toward you then, lingering for a moment longer than the others. Her expression sharpened—a silent reminder. A weight pressing down on your chest.

The love potion. Ben. The wand.

Everything depended on this.

Outside, the driver stepped out. The crowd's chatter swelled—curious whispers, nervous laughter, the shuffle of feet on cobblestone.

The door clicked open.

Sunlight flooded the interior, warm and golden and almost blinding after the dim, cramped space of the limo. It spilled across your shoes, your hands, your face.

One by one, they began to move. Mal first. Then Evie. Then Jay, with Carlos hesitating before following.

And then there was only you—still sitting in the cool leather seat, the door standing open, the world of Auradon waiting just beyond the threshold.