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They were as much a part of me, of this body and who I was, as the skin that surroundedtold I was no longer hu, whacked-out, surreal dream But the pain receptors, , all right

Replaced, I silently repeated the word again Replicated Copied Made froamation of alien DNA and human memories It didn’tit fit But only because it was so damn freaky

Yet I couldn’t deny it either There were too ht be true Things that separated me from the other Returned

So the question was: Could I live with that, if it turned out Griffin was right? If I really was a Replaced?

I guess the ansas simple: What choice did I have? I wasn’t exactly a woe-is-o-on-another-day kind of person

Person Another word that no longer seeht? What if I could allow myself to believe what he’d said about what hts and feelings really were enough?

I had to cling to that, because deep down, I kneho I was I was still Kyra Agnew, regardless of what my blood tests showed No one could take my past, h, evidently, they could take away my freedom Exhibit A, the claustrophobic cell I was now confined within

I forcedabout how dark and narrow this space really was It la at the walls, or considered how far one of the that was almost claustrophobia Yet another re together, because that squeezing in my chest was part of what made me the same as I’d always been

Instead I looked out, past the narrow bars--because yes, there were bars just like in a real jail--to where two of those thugs were guarding ht soe and try to escape I wondered what they’d been told about ht I was actually capable of, because there was no way these bars were budging Trust me, I’d tried

If only I could bend iron with h ht about Tyler a lot

But also the bending-bars thing, because how cool would that be, if I could just King Kong my way out of here withto knock those two goons out withagain with iants

But as far as I could see, there was nothing I could use against the I could levitate with my new "alien ability"

So I paced--not far, and ht circles in front of the bunk that was bolted to the wall, doing my best to steer clear of the stainless steel toilet, not because it was dirty or anything--in fact it sparkled so much it was practically ross I paced and I checked the ti myself permission to juststare To watch the second hand To track it as it moved around and around and around