Maggie: Waking up surrounded by friends


    This is so warm and cosy, being here... But, but, mum is dead. I killed her. And dad is also dead...


    And, and, didn''t I fall off the roof?


    Ugh. Where the hell am I?


    Oh, they''re all here. And Leroy''s wearing his hero flight suit... what? Did he catch me?


    I''m so ashamed to have to tell this. And what will they do when they find out the truth? Throw me out?


    I could have been dead and gone by now, but instead I have to keep on suffering.


    Err, would that mean I would have met Esmeralda?


    I, err, hadn''t given that any thought...


    What on Mars is Teylon trying to do?


    And what am I going to do?


    I don''t think I can do that again. Not the least, because it would be so dismissive of all of their actions to save me.


    And, even now, they are trying so hard.


    But I can''t live with such a burden!


    Teylon: Entertaining house guests again


    I used to be a complete loner. The Teflon Rat, proud to scurry through the cracks of society, robbing the corrupt and giving to the deserved. A force for good, doing my bit to right wrongs. Yeah, sure. That''s what I thought, until a bunch of immature snotty nosed teenagers took me down a few pegs and rubbed my nose into the fact that I wasn''t as good as I thought I was. And now, how is it that I''m so involved in their lives? Face it; I''m fond of them all. Geez, after their attacks on my character, I should be running away as fast as possible. In fact, I would have, if it wasn''t for the continual electric shock prods from my allegedly friendly Angel of Death. And now, it''s the second time I''ve been almost scared to death about their well being.


    Esmeralda, what are you doing to me?


    Angels of Death play some pretty brutally hard games, that''s for sure.


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    lady." continued Lenny, "Is running rings around us."


    Maggie: Living in fear


    I''m scared. Shit, I''m really scared.


    Get a hold of yourself!


    But, I can''t even walk to high school by myself now. I''m a hopeless wreck.


    Erasyl could momentarily turn his back on me, and they could grab me and drag me away and tie me down and fill me with drugs and empty my mind of all constructive thoughts and send me off to be used by some sleazy horrible man...


    Yeah. Deep breath. And another.


    To think I''m depending on Erasyl the hopeless to look after me...


    Well, actually I suppose, now that he has the message about making crude passes, he''s actually reasonably decent.


    Hmm, if I''m beginning to think that Erasyl of all boys is OK, then my mental state must really be in a bad way.


    What the hell.


    Do I like him? Or, actually, how much do I like him?


    At least this is taking my mind off other things.