The longer her captivity continued, the less resilient she acted. It was possible that something came out in her post-capture interview that I neglect...d, but Sydney caught. I’d need to review that later before questioning my apprentice.Boris, wearing a bowtie, a white leisure suit, and a sky-blue cape, entered the room carrying two handheld activators sporting a single button, and a pair of notepads with pencils on strings.Sydney giggled at his appearance. Apparently, his outfit was not. She forced herself to relax. "You will not get worked about this game," she said aloud. There was no reason to, she decided. If anything should be stressing her, it should be the show at George Washington University in the District on Saturday. Not to mention that she hadn't followed any team in ages; why get worked up now? Because you want Brody to win, a voice popped up in her head. She rubbed her hands over her face. It was true. She'd gotten to like Brody a lot over the last few weeks and. It was brokenby the bark of her voice in annoyance."I beg your pardon, Mr Phyllis Gracegirdle" - Philip Gracegirdle had hadto take his wife's name on the day of their wedding - "how DARE you giveme an incomplete answer?"She felt a glow as a look of panic swept over him and his hands leapt tohis cheeks in horror. He had forgotten. Oh no, this meant punishment."What should a respectful son-in-law do at all times, Phyllis?" shecried.Crystal had come back into the room as soon as she heard her. "It's only fair that the Princess gets first ball right, Jeremy?" said Stephanie. "Sure! Be my guest". Jeremy tossed Stephanie the ball in which the lovely Mcmahon dribbled clumbsly towards the goal, there stood Jeremy slightly towering over her. She went and jumped into the air throwing the ball up when she jumped but as she landed she bumped into Jeremy and they both fell to the ground. Jeremy landed back first on the ground, Stephanie landed on top of him, her head hitting his chest and her.