Well, she made this bed, she's going to have to lie in it. She's barely breathing as she slowly works a block from the increasingly empty side and pauses like a deer in headlights when the tower sways drunkenly.

Holding her breath, she waits until it's stopped moving, then carefully, carefully places the block on top of his last. There's a brief moment where she thinks she might actually have done it – and then gravity kicks in and the whole damn thing comes tumbling apart while she laughs and laughs.

"Oh well," she says, spreading her hands in a what can you do? kind of gesture. "I pass my champion's crown on to you."