Amy looked at the onetime heroine, tried to picture it. It wasn’t any better. Worse, if anything.
Eh, fair.
“That’s only the beginning. Can you even imagine the things we could make? There’s no upper limit.”
The sky’s the limit, they say, but the sky isn’t a physical thing. It doesn’t stand in the way of going far beyond. (The ground, on the other hand, is clingy and tries to pull you down.)
There was a beep from the answering machine. It began playing a message. “Amy, pick up! We’re looking at dealing with Hellhound, and there’s injured. Call Aunt Sarah or Uncle Neil over to look after dad and get over to the-”
Hm, were there mentions in 11a of Amy not showing up or answering, or something like that?
Also, I thought Neil was dead. Was he not Manpower after all?
The message cut off, and there was the sound of a clatter, a distant barking sound.
Sounds about right.
I don’t remember, did we hear this message in 11a before Bitch cut Glory Girl off?
“I don’t think I have it in me to do stuff like that,” Amy said. If nothing else, I can’t disappoint Victoria any further.
Oh yeah, I don’t think she’d approve, exactly.
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