Tøren is reading a book in her cell when the whirr of an electric wheelchair is heard just outside. The chair’s occupant is none other than the former cyberterrorist known as @R. Tør looks up from her book and smirks at the blonde.

“So. They sent the bad girl turned good to try to get me to change my ways? Lykke til, kjære.”

@TorenRaynham “Firstly, drit i deg for at du gikk etter svigerinnen min. And no, I’m just here to see how you’re acclimating to the consequences of your actions. At the end of the day, Ms. Raynham, it was you who will put you in a chair, not your sister.”

@R “Big talk from a woman who was a victim of circumstance. There’s a whole league of difference between your leglessness and mine. So, don’t you talk down to me, R. I’ll get a pair of prosthetic legs and be fine. You’ll be stuck in that wheelchair for the rest of your life.

Oh, and gratulerer med det nylige bryllupet.”

@TorenRaynham “Oh, see, that’s where you’re sorely mistaken, Tøren. Dr. McAuliffe, a member of the same club that you and I belong to, personally performed your surgery. And she made sure to amputate your legs in such a way that you’ll never be able to use prosthetic limbs. So, again, gratulerer med å ha satt deg i rullestol for livet.”