ZINA
That night, Zina had a dream. And not just any kind of dream, but one that was a depiction of a past that had already long happened.
And not just any fragment of a past, but one she strongly suspected belonged to her original Pack; the Screamers.
In her dream, the same woman whom she had met at the projection was present. She looked younger just as Zina was now, and by her side was a man who looked to be her husband.
The man was brown haired, possessing bushy brown beards and a deep brown eyes that was unique, and at the same time almost familiar although Zina had no recollection of where she might have seen such eyes.
However the dream didn't exactly depict harmony and peace. The air was stiff, fraught with tension as the couple stood side by side. A young boy that didn't look to be more than eight was brought to them by a grim looking guard who stiffly announced.
"This is the boy."
