While her feet betrayed her and the calming voice kept her moving to the doorway, Babydoll had to compete for control over her mind. She was fleeing for her life, gunning the motorcycle down a futuristic road. Bits of reality transposed themselves into her fright. Hot pink lasers acted as the boundaries of the road, and at her heels that dark stranger was still poised to attack.
Her heart was racing in fright, a panic rose up to her throat and unable to bring herself inside, Babydoll fled on foot. She was fast, darting under Spike's arm and past the car.