I'm going that way, anyway." Ok," was the last I heard from Jackie. The tone was one of slight amusement.Theresa walked into the room, wheelchair in h...and."Are you ready?" she asked."I guess," I said and then added; "I'm still not sure what's happening." What do you mean?" she said as she was helping me into the chair."Do you remember when I said I live on the second story? How am I going to get to my apartment? I'm not sure what's happening. I mean, I can't even drive there," I said. Then I. She wept, hyperventilated and after the feeling that she might pass out had gone, she wept again. There was nothing she could do to escape the finality of her condition. Her mind was a whirl of thoughts and fears. She wanted to run, to hide, and to peel this thing off of her. The whole thing was too much like some freakish costume. But there was no zipper, no catch to release it. How many times now had she searched the thing only to find one continuous piece of flesh? Not fair! Not fair! This. .” she says once she catches her breath enough to steady it. “Truth or dare?” “I’m feeling brave, I’ll go dare too,” he says grinning, knowing Lucy’s dare will be tame. “Ummm...” she says looking around the room as Gary had done. Samantha leans in and whispers something in her ear. Lucy’s eyes widen and she shakes her head, cheeks going pink. “No... I’ll choose something else.” Fred smirks. “Uhh... I dare you to... hold your finger to your nose for the next three rounds.” Everyone looks at. ”Outside she got into a taxi and I followed. She gave him an address that I didn’t recognize. As soon as the car began to move she put her well-manicured finger over her mouth, telling me not to speak.We drove for a while and then entered a private airstrip. A sleek white jet stood to one side and the taxi drove up to it.I just stared at the plane and the two men standing next to the steps leading up to it. Supergirl opened the door and paid the taxi driver who drove off as soon as I got out.