<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cat was panting -- but not with exertion.  By the time she reached her apartment building, she was tingling for her nose to her toes.  Being the focus of that intellect -- that power -- was more intoxicating than the liquor she'd downed, and more exhilarating than a gun battle.  <br/>
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She reached the building and shot up the stairs, opting not for the elevator this time.  She was only three stories up -- not too much, when she was this wired.  She fumbled her keys as she got to her door, wondering if he'd catch her here -- or wait until she was 'safe' in her apartment.<br/>
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Damn her luck -- she was trembling enough that she dropped her keys.  With a cautious look down the hallway, she crouched to retrieve them.</span></span>