While the Chosen had shared their food stash, Belia still insisted on distributing food from her own storage. The food given by the chosen few would last for awhile, but not forever. And Belia still had food to offer her people and she would continue to do so as a reminder that she had a constant supply for them whereas the exorbitant gifts from the Chosen were just that-one time gifts, a passing fancy if you would.
She was unaware that someone had gotten into her food storage and replaced one of the crates of energy/nutrition bars with some that had been...tampered with. If she had known about that, then it's certain that the person responsible for that mischief would be caught and punished severely. Beyond that, if she was aware of the side effects that might come from eating the energy bars, she wouldn't have eaten one herself.
The change didn't take all that long. In fact, almost as soon as she'd finished the bar, everything seemed to shift. Belia blinked her eyes in confusion and looked around her surroundings. They were distantly familiar, but the memories associated with this place and these...adults that were everywhere... those felt surreal, like she'd watched a movie once that contained this setting and these people.
"Madam Ohorek?" one of the guards that was at her side asked. "Are you quite all right?"
Belia didn't answer to the name right away. After all, it wasn't her maiden name. In fact, to her, it was just another vague memory. With time, she might make her peace with the fact that all of those things in the back of her head had happened to her. But for now, her mind just refused to accept it.
"What time is it?" she asked, as a door nearby opened, revealing just how dark it was outside. "I need to get home. My mom's going to be frantic."
"Madam Ohorek, are you quite all right?" the guard repeated. When the woman who was his leader still didn't answer, he tried a different tactic. "Belia?"
Belia snapped her head up in response and tucked a lock of hair behind her ears.
"That's my name," she said. "Do you have a phone? I really need to call my mom and have her pick me up."
"Mada-Belia," the guard corrected himself. "I think I should escort you back to your quarters, maybe get you some tea. You'll feel better after you've had the chance to rest."
There was panic in his voice, though he was trying very hard to hear it. In this world, with all that was going on, having their leader out of commission was unacceptable. It could mean disaster for the community.
Belia wrinkled her nose.
"Tea? Why would I want tea? But I'll take a milkshake if you have one."
The guard blinked in surprise and put his hand on the woman's shoulder. This wasn't protocol, but then again nothing about this situation was protocol.
"Come on, let's see what you have in your kitchen. I can't promise a milkshake, but I'm sure we'll find you something."
Something in those memories of Belia's told her that she could trust him. Her nose was still wrinkled in disgust from the idea of drinking tea, but all the same she exhaled loudly and rolled her eyes before following the guard's lead.