Sarah finally consumed her fill, but was still walking around the room, her body adjusting more to its new positioning.
"Sarah..." Jon said. "Will you say something?"
"What do you want me to say?" She asked, curious.
"I don't know...maybe freak out a bit..."
"Everything's kinda...fuzzy," she remarked. "I...think I know you, right?"
No wonder she wasn't being a bitch to him...she didn't remember who he was.
"Yes, we're umm...we know each other."
She continued to trot around the room. He could still hear the popping of joints as they adjusted themselves to accommodate new positions. She paused again, and stretched her neck out into a more comfortable position.
The elder vixen entered the room, and came to examine her. "Very good," she said, approvingly, as she probed Sarah...something Sarah clearly didn't appreciate. "Time for a final injection," she said. She pulled out a large syringe and jabbed it into Sarah's posterior.
"I don't understand why you keep ignoring me. Your daughter talked to me," Jon said. "What are you going to do to me?"
She looked him in the eye, for the first time indicating she was listening to him. She looked like she was about to answer when Sarah let out a yelp.
