Lyta thought she had done fairly well for herself that day, making sure she had even had healthy breakfast and a healthy lunch out of the refrigerator she handwavily bought last week. Sammiches weren't her favorite food, and she'd had to cut off her own crusts, but all in all, it wasn't too bad. Even that wierd PsiCorps lady she remembered from her ( Read more... )

The sun peeked through the window and Lyta, rolling out her lower lip, pulled the covers up and rolled over. She didn't wanna get up because she'd stayed up way past her bedtime. But there was something that was going on today. Wasn't it Saturday? Lyta sat bolt upright in the bed, her eyes immediately going to the bright red LED clock. She could ( Read more... )