Selian heads to a law enforcement meeting.

Selina rolled through the streets of the city in silence. Every foreign, strange jiggle of her bloated body got her attention. The curfew was not in effect at this hour of the day,--it began at 6--but traffic flow was definitely reduced noticeably. "So strange . . . " Selina marveled in Walt's gravelly but kind voice. She sifted through her host's memories and found many things she had not expected. The very idea of combing through the memories of another human being was strange, but she remembered Walt's first baseball game, his high school graduation (which happened around the time she was born), his first sexual encounter, and so many more things. She could tell how Walt felt about each of these things; it was like reading somebody else's private journal. Selina assumed that Walt probably could not tell that Selina had possessed him. She knew Johnny had been inside her, but that was only because she had seen his vessel for long enough for the memories to bleed over.

Selina made her way toward a convention center in town. The place was right next to a big fancy hotel, and it had become the gathering place for cops who would then be given their marching orders by the military guys who had effectively taken the lead in securing the city and searching for Selina. Selina pulled his host's car into an unused parking space and turned off the engine. She got out of the car and took a deep breath, drawing air into Walt's lungs and expanding his aging belly. "Here goes nothing," she said as she slowly waddled toward the entrance to the great hall where the meeting would happen.

Selina opened the double doors to the auditorium and beheld hundreds--maybe thousands--of cops as they milled about and talked with one another. "Holy shit," Selina marveled at the immensity of the crowd gathered before her, "this place is like the fucking Woodstock of the law enforcement universe." Cops walked about and chatted with each other as a light shone on a lectern at the front of the room. Presumably the speaker would arrive soon, or at least Selina figured as much. She wondered who was running the show, who got the spot at the lectern. This whole situation was so weird--possessed by Jonny and paraded about in sexy clothes with him inside, then turned into a damn fugitive seeking help from a lonely little boy, then shoved unintentionally into the aging body of Walter Grubman. "When it rains it fucking pours," Selina said to herself.

Suddenly she saw a familiar face. The face was a fairly young and fresh face of a young man she had known in her previous life--when her body was entirely her own and she didn't have to make a puppet of Grubman. "Martinez!" Selina called out to the young man who had been her go-to guy for a couple years now. Martinez suddenly looked up as he heard his name. A strange look crossed his face when he saw the source of the greeting. "Um . . . yeah," he began, confused, "you--ah, um . . . ." he said, understandably struggling to recognize his old boss given the new body she wore. "Walter Grubman," Selina said, introducing herself as the man whose body she wore. "Right!" Martinez yelled out as though it had been just on the tip of his tongue. Selina came up and enthusiastically shook Martinez's hand. "Walt . . . right?" Martinez said, "people call you Walt, right?" Selina nodded. She searched her host's memories and found that they two had met only a couple times. "Yeah, yeah people call me Walt," she said, "say we got a lot of new folks around here . . . mind if we sit together?" she asked. Martinez seemed surprised at the request. "Um, sure . . . sure thing Walt," he said as he led Selina to a couple of empty chairs and each took one.

Selina plopped Walt's overweight body down upon the wooden chair, forcing it to creak under his girth. Quiet but persistent chatter filled the room all around the two of them. "Weird huh?" Selina asked Martinez. He nodded back, "What have you heard?" Selina was **** for any hint of information about what was going on. She was used to knowing these things, and being in the dark just made all the other things so much worse. Martinez leaned in close to the apparent Walt as if to dispense some grand secret. "Explosion at the power plant, right?" he began, "the President called in the military, and they're fucking everywhere. The top guy is some big-time general . . . says Chief McCarthy is the one who blew up the place, and we're all supposed to be looking for her," Martinez said quietly and seriously.

Selina leaned back in her chair trying to process it all. All these cops were looking for her! Thousands of them . . . not to mention all the military guys that had been added to the equation. She would have to lay low . . . the refuge she had found in Tommy's apartment would be all the more important now, as would this new-found ability to posses other bodies. "Do--do . . . . . . do you think she did it?" Selina asked, trying to gauge whether Martinez had bought into the shit the new higher-ups were peddling. Martinez immediately shook his head emphatically. "No no no I don't," he said, "Chief wouldn't do that . . . gotta be a set-up," Martinez said. Selina smiled from Walt's body. She was quite honored that the young cop had such confidence in her . . . it was endearing. "What do you think, Walt?" Martinez asked. Selina shook her host's head a bit. "Couldn't say . . . you know her better than I do, but yeah it does seem hard to believe that she would do that," Selina said, trying to answer the question the way her host would if his body were his own.

Selina looked around the grand room. There was an entrance from this grand auditorium into the hotel next door. A bunch of military guys were guarding the entrance to the luxury hotel, presumably because that was where the top brass from the military were staying. Suddenly, Selina beheld a strange sight. A woman walked out of the hotel door. She didn't look a lot like she belonged in a place like this. The woman had blonde hair and a fairly toned body . . . probably in her 20s or early 30s. She wore tight-fitting black clothes--leather, in fact. The sexy black leather hugged the woman's curves beautifully, showing off a generous chest with boobs that bounced as she walked. Rather notable also was the fact that this woman was obviously pregnant, and quite so. Her belly jutted out before her as she walked too, barely held in check by the black leather that tightly hugged her beautiful skin. Come to think of it, that was the same sort of clothing that Jonny had dressed Selina's body in when he was inside her.

"Who's that?" Selina asked. Martinez looked. "Don't know," Martinez answered, "she's been coming and going from the hotel a bunch . . . word is she spends time with the general," Martinez said. Martinez thought some more. "Come to think of it," he began, "lot of sexy women seen coming and going from that building . . . chicks in their 30s or 40s with big boobs and wonderful asses--full-bodied women. Maybe that's what the general likes," Martinez said with an unusual tone, which made sense given the subject matter. "Speaking of hot ladies," Martinez said, "the Chief? She's beautiful, I've always thought. She's a few years older than me, and she's not built like a toothpick, but she's got an ass that demands to be stared at. One of the best things about having a desk next to her office is getting to see her strut her body right by me in the morning," Martinez said.

Selina blushed a bit but tried to hide it. It was nice to be thought of this way at her age, she guessed, but it was still a bit awkward to hear it. This was like the ultimate undercover operation, but getting used to what she heard was a bit challenging. "Martinez . . . think they want us to pair up to search the city; mind if we patrol together?" Selina asked. Martinez nodded happily at the suggestion.