[ She found it the very next day they brought her back to life. Zoe had removed her things, and in the same box she found the leather wallet. Faintest memories recalled his voice, the picture i.d. helped too. ]
“W-wouldn’t need it anyways, I’m-m Madison Montgomery, I make seven million dollars a movie. Last-t time I checked..”
“You sure as hell don’t look like it.”
[ There’s no use in holding it back; she looks decrepit. He wants to help, in a way. ]
“Did something happen to you?”