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</div><i>Restricted </i>dossier?  Terry's ears perked up at those words.  But Emmy cut off the conversation abruptly.<br/><br/>Terry shook her head.  She had more questions to ask, but Emmy left the room, almost as if she was on strings and someone was pulling them.  She needed to know if the Matrix had been sending or receiving a signal prior to coming back online, whether from somewhere on the planet or from outer space.  She had never trusted the Matrix all that much, unlike Mother.  Just because it gave the Nine their powers didn't necessarily mean it was a benevolent piece of technology.  Maybe she was biased by the death of her partner and so many others when it crashed into the hospital.  And how much had the Matrix had to do with the flood?  And what about that<i>Restricted </i>dossier?<br/><br/>Terry sat there, trying to make sense of what had just happened.  And a song came into focus that seemed to describe her relationship to Emmy.<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fyoutu.be%2F3PLOPt-xVsU&amp;hash=8e5d282b11d24499a1c42fc7e394bb67" href="https://youtu.be/3PLOPt-xVsU" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">"Send in the Clowns"</a>.  She played it to once again calm her nerves.  After she finished playing the song, she downed the bourbon in a single gulp and smiled at Iris sadly.<br/><br/>"I was going to apologize to Emmy, but I guess we're past that point.  I do need to apologize to you, Iris, for leaving you with her.  That must have been hell.  I should have handled Mother's death better.  I don't think I have the mothering gene in me, but I should have somehow picked up where she left off."<br/><br/>Getting up from the piano, Terry went over to Iris, squeezed in next to her on the chair, and gave her a hug.<br/><br/>"Please forgive me," she murmured in her ear.  Just as Emmy sailed by the room, yelling<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)"><span style="font-size: 18px">"don't even"</span></span></b>, leaving the two of them starring at each other with puzzled looks.<br/><br/>"What in the world is going on with that girl," Terry muttered.  "OK, like I said before, please forgive me."<br/><br/>Moments later, Emmy sailed on by again saying,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">"I'll be in Segway 2 when you guys are ready. Let everyone else know."</span><br/><br/>"Definitely bipolar," Terry mumbled as she was still waiting for forgiveness from Iris.