Madoka sighs upon seeing her face unchanged, and then looks at her belly, her hand tracing the unblemished skin.  She then glances down at her left leg, where she again moves her hand searchingly over the perfect skin.  Tension increases in her face, and she looks slightly crazed.<br/><br/>She hands the mirror to the tiny woman, saying, "Of course."<br/><br/>She then looks the Cornellius in the eyes, frowning.  "Could you be mistaken?  I am myself, my face has not changed... I seem to be missing a few scars, but that could have another explanation, right?  Perhaps I am in a new world as you say.  But is it possible more than just my spirit was brought here?"<br/><br/>Her eyes are wide and fearfull.