No, but that sucked.

Cold.

Ashamed.

Angry.

Afraid.

Regretful.

...Cold.

TIRED.

Penny stopped before entering her house and checked her phone again. "Emma, are you there?"

"Yes." The girl's face appeared on the phone screen.

Penny was briefly too shocked to speak. "I... You..." She trembled against the cold night air. It brought back a bit of focus. "I need to sneak in, where's my dad?"

"He went to sleep in his room. Stay quiet and use the downstairs shower, and you will probably be OK."

Penny finally stepped out of the shower.
She hurt in a variety of places and she would probably feel it worse in the morning, but right now her physical condition was the least of her concerns.

Emma said there were data corruptions related to the location of a cop car, and there was a big spike for a couple of minutes right before she got home.

She felt like she had changed Mr. Travers' mind in an unnatural way. Had she also **** the car to drive through the area?

It was all too much to process. Emma agreed to talk to Penny's father in the morning. Tell him she was OK, tell him she was tired and sick, tell him to call in sick for her at school.

Tell him to leave Penny alone for a day.

Tell him...

No. No, that's enough already.