Will's heart beat faster in his chest, or rather, Wendy's heart beat faster beneath her breasts. The power she held in her hand was indescribable, almost God-like. She knew that something like this could not exist, it wasn't possible, but there was no way she could argue with the evidence. She idly raised a hand and began to start absent mindedly running her fingers along the top of her bra.
"This is incredible," she gasped.
Her roaming hand moved up to her throat and she marvelled at how smooth and thin it was, and how unique the sensation of her newly well-kept nails on her new neck were. Then, just as she began to start thinking of all the hundreds of thousands of possibilities of the power at her fingertips, the door opened and shut.
"Will? I left my phone here, do you have any idea where it is?" Megan called out.
Wendy spun around and came face to face with Megan.
"Hello Megan," she said.
"Who the hell are you?"
"A friend of Will's. Well, more than a friend, really. We're very, very close, me and Will," she said.
"You mean he's cheating on me?"
"No, not at all. Not that it really matters."
"What do you mean?" asked Megan, uncertainty in her tone.
Wendy was done with this conversation, and, perhaps because of absolute power being a corruptive influence, or perhaps out of sheer, blind excitment, Wendy lifted the Chronivac and aimed it at Megan.
"This is what I mean," she said.