The room was furnished with a deep couch, dark green and inviting. Jen sat on the edge of the couch wearily and looked up at Steve, who was pacing the room.
"We've seen some strange stuff tonight, haven't we?" she opened.
"I knew something was off when Liz's mom was nice to me."
"What do we do, Steve?"
"I don't know. We have a psycho trying to kill you, this guy claiming to be from the future - with an android who speaks hypertext - and a mysterious...something driving off the psycho. Your ex-boyfriend is probably dead in Flower Gardens, and the prom afterparties are starting and Gar is going to wonder why I haven't met them at the bowling alley."
"Are you seriously concerned about your afterparty?"
"No. Just talking without thinking," Steve said absently.
"Here's what I think," Jen said, "I think we have no recourse but to trust Blake."
"Blake Blakesly."
"Yes, Blake Blakesly. We think he's crazy, yes, but we KNOW what his psychosis is - the Colonel, on the other hand, is apparently a psychopath. With glass-exploding powers. Who is not even trying to help us." Jen was at a loss. The couch was, however, ridiculously comfortable.
"So you're for putting our trust in Blake Blakesly?"
"Considering the alternative is to be killed by the Colonel, yes."
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