Trisha stood looking at the closed door. She was in total confusion, and it was pissing her off. She was always in control. Her dad taught her that to lose control could mean the difference between life and death. Not that she was really in a life-or-death situation right now. She was more in a battle of wills, she thought with a grin. She would get home to her dad one way or another.
It had been years, she thought distractedly as she moved toward the bathroom, since she had felt this alive. Not since before her accident. Trisha looked at Bio, who was back into the shape of the big, droopy-eyed puppy dog with an amused smile.
“Does he know just how evil you really are?” Trisha asked humorously. “Those images you are sending him are totally bogus.” The symbiot, Bio, just snickered and wag
