ZINA (Two hours after the deformed awakened)
"Who are you?" Zina whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding in her ears. Her eyes scanned the stranger's face, searching for familiarity and finding none.
"It's me… Fionna. Don't you remember me?" the woman who stood before her said, her voice snappy with disbelief.
Zina blinked, staring harder. "How have you grown so much?" she asked, more to herself than the girl, her heart racing with unease.
"Is something wrong with your head?" The strange woman who referred to herself as her childhood archenemy Fionna, snapped.
She turned away from her, only to behold another stranger's face. Confusions caused her brows to furrow.
"And you? Who are you?" She asked the strange man.
"It's me. Daemon," he said, stepping forward, his expression tense but hopeful.
Her breath caught. "Daemon?"
"Yes. Your husband."
Zina shook her head slowly, backing away. "I… I don't know you."
