Athena felt a headache coming on. "Look in the mirror and focus," she urged Zelda. "Do you really see someone old enough to be a mother there?"
Zelda gazed into the mirror. She screamed suddenly. "What did you do to my hair?" She said, as she discovered the dyed parts.
"I didn't do anything. Look again...you're a teenager, not an adult. You don't have kids. You're under a spell."
Zelda looked at her, and in the mirror, and the cloud over her mind suddenly lifted. "I'm...Zelda Whitefield," she said, suddenly.
