In a blink, she could feel her body again. Her real body, the one fighting to stay alive. It was black, and there was rushing around her. Muffled cries, before everything began to ebb away. Yet, Zoe wasn't scared. She wasn't dying. Not really, not to her. She was going home.

Everything went still and quiet in a moment. She was nowhere- unable to feel her body.

Then she felt the pull, the tug as she sucked in a breath and arched her back. Her eyes flickered open, as she sat up. It was her body, her frame, yet Zoe felt invincible. As if she could to anything. Pushing herself to her feet, the brunette glanced through the fog. Without so much as a second though, she began to wander.

It wasn't long before Zoe was able to make out two figures through the fog. She bounced on her toes lightly, a grin spreading across her lips, before breaking into a sprint in the silhouettes direction. The two came into view- Zoe's heart racing as her feet carried her to the old friends.

Target was the first to notice the teen sprinting towards them. Silent lips pursed in confusion, before making a small 'o' shape and breaking into a grin. He bounced on his feet, spinning and twirling with excitement. The brows of his confused friend furrowed, before spinning around to see what had excited the creature.

And in that moment, John's unbeating heart crumbled. Zoe- /his/ Zoe, how could she possibly be back in Quidam? Children only came once to this world, the Quidam was strict about this rule. And never did one as old as Zoe come. There was only one explanation, one John wasn't willing to accept.

Zoe had died.

He forced a smile as the teen leaped into his arms, wrapping her hands around his neck. She buried her face into the crook of his neck before dropping to her feet. The grin on her face was infectious- John's no longer came forced as he looked into the eyes of the child he once knew. She was much older than he remembered- but even so, too young to be back in Quidam.

Zoe giggled, before spinning on her toes to face the Target, and trowing her arms around him. The creature stumbled back at the sudden weight. Unsure how to respond, he settled on wrapping his arms around the teen's waist. Zoe let out another laugh, lowering herself to her feet once more.

The three stood in silence for a few moments, but that was enough for Zoe. Her grin never faltered, as she intertwined her fingers behind her back and rocked from her toes to her heel. John stood- unsure of what to say. He was heartbroken that she was here, yet part of him felt whole- the three fit together like missing pieces to a puzzle. Not wanting to break her enthusiasm, he simply smiled at the teen. Target, was obviously being very loud in his own head- as he bounced between his two feet energetically (sometimes John wondered if the creature ever ran out of energy.) His smile spread from ear to ear, as he obviously didn't view the situation quite the same as John. All he knew, was the missing piece to the trio was finally back where she belonged.

Zoe was the first to break the silence, first placing one hand in Target's, and the other in John. She interlaced their fingers, giggling to herself.

"...I'm finally home."

Author's Note: Shorter than the first part.

What do you guys think? Feel free to ask questions-

I really enjoy Quidam- almost as much as Kooza. It's so very different and unique. I really hope to do more Quidam!Zoe in the future, alone with younger Zoe, before, during, and after the show