Zora had long since adored her leader and great nation, but Doom has gone too far. She had tried, and tried and tried again to no avail, to convince him that his actions were wrong. He had gone too far in his quest to rid the world of the fantastic four and finally conquer the planet. Her loyalty soon faltered as she began seeing someone behind his back.

"Please... I beg of you. Retreat while you can. The doombots will soon find you. Please..."

They got outside of her bedroom quarters. She gripped her partners' hand tightly. She was desperate, unable to escape the horror and misery that was her life now. A tear trickled down her face. She was usually strong, brave. An inspiration to all. But now she was in shambles.

"I thought we had a chance. I suppose it was... only an ill fantasy. Forget about me. Forget about us. Live your own life. Run while you still can."