FIRE ESCAPE First Draft Update for 6/3/18: The Wrong Question to Ask

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The first thing I did once I thanked everyone for their work was go take a nap. Of course, it turned into a full night’s sleep, which was easier to give into after knowing that Wise did not die back on that asteroid. Though, the next question on my mind was: what was going on with ME?  The question on Jill’s mind was something else:

“I wonder if what ever has changed within you is something you can learn to control or if it’s something that we have to get rid of?”

“I’m going with the latter, sis. I don’t want to control this. I want to be normal,” I said as we sat on the couches and love seats just outside of Jill’s lab-circle.

“Right. Yes, Of c-c-c-course. I’m sorry I asked.”

“Then why did you?” I asked.

“I don’t know! I’m s-sorry, alright?”

“Ok, let’s just move on,” I said.

“But how did this even happen to you? I’ve known you for years and I’ve never seen you morph into a super alien and kill a bunch of people.”

“Well, you d-don’t know him as long as I have,” Jill said.

“So, this change has been a part of me ever since then?” 

Jill shrugged.

“Don’t just shrug at me, Jill! You know what this is! You know what I did back then and now more people are dead.”

“I am just exploring all of our options. The last thing I wanna do is bring you back to that.”

“What ever happened to me back then happened to me again, aboard a Conva ship. Sorry—a Double-O ship.”

Jill was silent. Actually everyone was. Even Jim. 

“I need to get this stuff out of me.” 


“Well, you can’t,” Jill said flatly.