"~It's in case she needs to ask me a question about Her~"
says a disembodied voice. Cindy jumps.
"All I care about is if She's still alive in there, George," Thessaly said blankly.
"~She is.~"
"This kind of stuff isn't supposed to happen in New York. It happens in New Jersey. And it's why my parents would never let me go to New Jersey. Revolving-door lunatic asylum, and -- wait. Seriously? You've got the guy right here, and... Hey, George, what's the monster want? What's she going to do when she gets out?"
"...~She just wants out. That's all. She's been stuck in there too long. She goes on and on about how anything that stands in her way has to be eliminated.~"
And Cindy smiled at Thessaly. "Awww. You two'd make a perfect couple! So what god, anyway?"
"What?"
"What god? Who made the stones? Who stopped Doctor Destiny, since none of the capes ever took credit and we know it wasn't the cops? What god, and won't he notice the sudden release of psychic energy on his plane?"
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