Chelsea's muscles were pretty impressive, Lisa thought. Maybe her presence would have been enough to prevent the fight. But it really didn't matter; what was done was done. Lisa thought about her own physical shape. Normally she kept herself in pretty good shape through running, aerobics, and some light weight training, but lately her leg injuries had prevented the running and aerobics. It was so frustrating not to be able to run. Perhaps she could compensate with some additional weightlifting, though it would probably be a while before she could match Chelsea in arm strength, if ever.
How strange that both she and Chelsea had been hearing and smelling things that weren't there. "At least your sounds and smells are somewhat pleasant, aside from the sad memories associated with them. The sirens really get on my nerves sometimes; I'd much rather be hearing a song. And have I told you I've been smelling kind of an unpleasant coppery smell? I think it's the smell of blood. That just started a day or two ago."