František.

Just as quickly as the last time, Connie's eyes went wide, then swam out of focus. Her string of gibberish stopped for a moment, then she looked down at her arms in wonder, then back up at him. "Co?"

He crouched down carefully next to her and gently spoke. "Connie? Are you ok? Can you understand me?"

She stared at him in shock for a second before responding. "Cosah deyeh? Co?"

He looked down at the screen and was unsurprised to see that the text had changed again.

František
Monk
Manasija, Moravia, 1532 CE

Was this thing claiming that his girlfriend was possessed by a medieval European monk? That made no sense, but neither did his terrified girlfriend blurting out gibberish and cowering in the corner of the kitchen.

"František?" he asked carefully, and saw her eyes light up with recognition.

"Anoh, jazem Frantichek. Cosah deyeh?" she responded, beginning to calm down slightly. A lock of her hair fell in front of her face and her eyes briefly crossed as she focused on it. She reached up and felt her medium-length locks with wonder, then stared at the back of her hand. "Jazem... sheena? Co?"

She reached with shaking hands to touch her breasts. As soon as they made contact, she jerked her hands back with a terrified yelp. "Penitenziagite! Penitenziagite!"

To Mark's horror, Connie reached up and began to claw at her face with her fingernails, still shrieking that strange word. As he fumbled for the remote, he mumbled "God, please speak English this time."

He barely had time to register the green glow enfolding the gun before he pulled the trigger and Connie was once again staring at him with confusion.