Smoke and mirrors
Sammy was supposed to be resting, but she knew it wouldn't work. It would only make her stiff. The effects of the battle with the Monster Truck Boys on her all-natural-no-additives human body guaranteed she'd have bruises for awhile. She'd only said she'd rest so she wouldn't end up in Medical for her own good. She didn't like Medical.
Instead she paced behind her closed bedroom door, using thinking as a way of distracting her body from the discomfort, She found herself contemplating the small, white sphere that Qamar said didn't belong to him. It sat on her desk looking harmless.
She picked it up and went looking for the impossible but likely solution. Nightingale should still be around.
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