CHAPTER NINETEEN
Despite what Treehugger had told Shell before he left earlier, she wished that she had tried to reprogram her own suit-up watch before the Servants had taken it away from her. Treehugger may not have been much of a techie, but she would have been willing to play with her watch all day long if it meant getting out of this hell hole. Of course, Treehugger’s lack of technical ability meant that any attempts to reprogram her watch would have likely failed, but she still wished that she had her watch, if only because she felt even more defenseless without it.
And now Blizzard is gone, too, Treehugger thought, glancing at the empty hallway outside of her cell, where she had seen Blizzard being dragged through earlier. She’s probably dead by now, I bet, or maybe tortured to the
