 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
There was the wonderful sense of touch as the cerebrum was pushed against Megan’s hand. Templeton reveled in what just might possibly be the last time he would be able to experience anything like it. The transfer process took a while and he felt it happening. As it went on, Megan began to become herself; she was becoming aware of her surroundings. “What the-?” She jerked her hand back from the tank when she realised where it had been stuck in.
There was a huge frown on her face after she spun around and saw everyone there. Including Adam. “You look weird,’’ the blond pointed out helpfully and distractedly. “Someone explain what happened to us right NOW, please. I have no idea what I’m doing here again nor any memory of what happened in the last few hours.’’ Her hands were now planted firmly on her hips as she looked suspiciously the people. |