Zahra was dead. At least, she should have been if it weren't for an Egyptian Goddess deciding she didn't deserve to die so young. Yet, Zahra had no memories of the time before becoming an Avatar and it seemed that a trip to a familiar place was soon...
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Silence.
No sunlight.
Just white walls.
Zahra Okasha had been decorated in black and gold for as long as she could remember, despite the different ways. She had been an explorer with gold compares and black telescopes, she had been an avatar with gold and black armour and she had been a wife, with a gold wedding ring with a black gem.
White walls did not work with the woman at all.
"Zahra, we can't let you out of this room until you begin to talk to us," came a voice.
Zahra looked up with empty eyes, muttering, "You killed me." over and over again. The man, who resembled Harrow, signed.
"Don't you want to socialise with the others, Zahra?"
"No."
Zahra turned in her bed, curling up into a small ball as she tried to process what was happening here. This place didn't make sense to her, she remembered dying, pain riddled across her chest.
"The trauma will not last forever, Zahra," Harrow continued, kneeling on one knee by her bed. "I know you feel that the physical pain of your injuries is still there but they are not. No one can hurt you now. You are safe but you need to start acting like it."
"You killed me."
"You are trying to find comfort instead of acknowledging the truth," Harrow stood back up, "You need to remember how you got in your situation before you can ever truly move on."
As Harrow left the room and the white door was locked, Zahra began to cry. She didn't know where she was; she wanted Marc; she wanted Steven; she wanted to go home.
Where were they?
"Zahra!"
The door was opened aggressively as the face of Marc Spector came into view, with a mixture of confusion and relief on his face as he found his wife.
"Marc!" Zahra cried out, jumping to hug him as tightly as she could, "Oh god. I thought I'd be stuck here and I—I—"
"It's okay, it's okay," Marc assured, grabbing her face.
Then, like a bolt of lightning, Steve pushed Marc out of the way to bring Zahra into another hug.
Steven had pushed Marc out of the way — the thought rang in Zahra's head as she came to terms with the fact the two of them were in very separate bodies.
"The two of you! The two of you are not in the same body!" Zahra exclaimed, breaking the hug, "Forget that, where are we?"
"I don't know about you but we're in an asylum," said Steven. "What do you last remember?"
