“Anything really, will you help me?” “Ok, I will help. But come to my house tomorrow night and I will formally induct you into our group, howeve..., I hope you mean that you are willing to do anything,” says Caitlin, and she sweeps off with her friends, deep in discussion; leaving Megan to ponder what on earth Caitlin actually meant. She hurries off to her class and tries her best to prepare herself for whatever her new friend had in mind.The next night came far too soon for Megan’s liking but. And she didn't even havean emotionally unavailable German girlfriend.Max zipped about down the streets on her glider. She was actuallygetting pretty damn good on it. Having huge bolts of electricity shotat you every five seconds really helped one learn to keep one'sbalance. And hurt like hell.Electrode was propelling himself behind her by shooting twin blasts ofelectricity at the ground, thereby pushing him into the air andallowing him to move at great speeds. Or something. Max thought that. "This is all about how you make sure that your slaves don't get lucky," he said, "and how you can make sure that you don't have to be quite as lucky as you might think."I left them to it. Rachel was waiting when I got back to the apartment. She had just emerged form the shower. "You just missed the Doc," she said."What did she say? Is she happy with how your doing? I mean you seem fine to me now, but..." I'm fine," said Rachel, "completely OK. She say's I can go back onto the programme from. We took her to the station and we all kissed and said goodbye. Wynter was crying and so was Mom. Finally the train pulled out and Mom and I went home.Later in the week, while Mom was at work, and after I had sent out a slew of resumes on the computer, I sent an email to Wynter. She was on vacation at home from college, you remember, and I let her in on a little plan I had hatched in the past couple of days.About two weeks later I received an email back from Wynter confirming that our plan was.