They were back in the car except now she had her standard long blond hair pulled back into a braided ponytail and was much livelier. If he didn't know any better he'd say she was a university cheerleader, a Tri-Delta sorority sister, a Universal Studios tour guide, a Color-Me-Beautiful saleswoman. She was capable of taking on many role-playing characters that she'd use to disorient him while he was drifting through the electrosphere.

"So where are you taking us," she playfully egged him on as she gripped the steering wheel.

"How about back to your place," he suggested.

At which point she stopped the car and turned off the ignition.