She didn't sleep, not really sleep, since she'd come back.  It was more like, dying, all over again, each night, when she closed her eyes and stopped breathing.  She'd died twice since the Fins had captured her, and her death on the third night was interrupted by something. . .something new.<br/><br/>". . .who knows, maybe I'll let you buy me a drink for saving you sometime. . ." she heard as she opened her insane eyes.<br/><br/>Mei -- Ultrawoman -- stood up, the nullifyer cuffs on her wrists clinking against the steel bunk on which she'd been lying.  They left the light on, all the time, so they could always make sure where she was; she had the idea that she scared them, and that pleased her, but it would have pleased her more to squeeze their necks until they popped.  But from the sounds of things, that might soon change.  Someone was assaulting the prison, someone was moving through the secure blocks.<br/><br/>Someone might be able to take these damned cuffs off her wrists.<br/><br/>Moving to the small window at the door of her cell, Ultrawoman looked down the hallway, to see what was happening.