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Katrina raced to Seymour's quarters. After the explosion, that was obviously
meant for her, had almost blown up her two PITAs (and Penny Lloyd and
Donover), things had started to pop into her head.
The main one:
Seymour kept asking about hair color. Dark Katrina's was black and her's was
blond. That bitch messing with her boyfriend! And now, she wanted her out of
the way. DK had tried to blow her up.
Okay, she may have been a little naive, but Katrina only meant well.
Katrina skidded to a stop outside the confused Captain's quarters. "Maybe I'm
just over-reacting," she thought aloud. "The other me always offering to
help, and asking for my advice-" She stopped, realizing that's what she used
to do to people she didn't like at school, right before she'd steal their
wallets. She slapped her forehead. "I'm such an idiot!"
She began to bang on Seymour's doors. Funny, he never locked them. "Sweetie!
Open up! Are you in there?"
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From down the corridor, Lloyd and a charred Donover, peeked around the
corner, wating to see what Katrina did.
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Dark Katrina, still trashing Seymour's quarters in fury from her miss,
stopped, staring at the doors. She narrowed her eyes, thinknig about what she
should do.
<Duh-Duh-Duh! Tune in tomorrow to see what happens, same Bat Time, same Bat
Channel>