Amy and Aly, were once again, tied to chairs. "This is getting really old, Annie," Amy said. "Just tell us what you want already!"
Annie began speaking to Sebastien swiftly in French. "What's she saying?" Aly whispered nervously to Amy.
Of course, being perfect, and having taken French for three years, Amy could have easily told Aly that Annie was planning on exterminating her, and deleting Amy's emotions, but she wanted to spare the poor girl's pain. "Aly, use the chair," Amy said, walking using her feet, carrying the chair on her. She had seen this on T.V. so many times. Now, all she had to do was hit Annie and Sebastien with her chair. Aly came along too, but not as quickly.
"What are they doing?" Sebastien yelled, as Amy stepped on his foot with the chair, and managed to grab his knife in her teeth. Next, she hit Annie with her chair, cut herself loose with the knife, cut Aly loose, and ran.
She and Aly ran to the door on the opposite end of the room, and Amy saw something that Aly didn't. "Hurry!" she said. "Aly, they're getting up!"
Before Amy could save her, Annie grabbed Aly, and held a gun against her head. "Come back, Seven. Or Amy, Number Thirteen dies," Annie said icily.
Amy shrieked. How could she save Aly now? Annie was an adult, and therefore stronger. Plus, with Sebastien on her side, Annie would be unstoppable, against her, Amy, Number Seven. She stepped forward slowly, to surrender, but Annie assumed that she was trying to save Aly, and shot her.
"Aly!" Amy screamed. "Aly, no!"
She ran to the girl, and felt her pulse. In anger, before Annie could stop her, an adrenaline rush caused Amy to grab Aly's limp body, and run with it. So she ran, as far as she could. When she was finally outside of the organization's building, she realized that she would have to come back to save Tasha, Eric, and the other clones, but now for Aly. Eventually, Amy made her way back to the hospital where Dr. Dave worked.
"Dr. Dave!" she yelled. "Aly was shot. I think she might still be alive, though! Please examine her! She may die if you don't," Amy begged him.
Dr. Dave looked at Amy unfortunately. "If she's been shot, then there's not much hope. But I'll check and see what I can do."
Amy felt lightheaded, sitting in the waiting room. It was a pain, not knowing what to do. Now, she was helpless to watch and wait. It was not Amy's personality to do that, but what other choice was there? Reluctantly, Dr. Dave came out of the waiting room, and motioned Amy into Aly's room. Amy followed willingly, praying that her sister-clone was still alive. When she made it in there, Aly looked at her blankly.
"Well, what they shot Aly with was not an ordinary gun, Amy," Dr. Dave said. "It seemed to have been some sort of DNA alteration system. Your friend, Aly, has gone from inferior to superior."
"So, you mean she's like us now?" Amy asked him skeptically.
"No, Amy," Dr. Dave said. "She's better than the existing Amys and Andys. But not dead."
Aly's jaded face lit up into a wide smile. "Really?" she asked excitedly. "Amy, this is great! Now we can both save the others!"
Amy nodded uncertainly. Now, Aly would probably be the leader. Although Amy knew she should be happy for her, she was feeling a bit hopeless. "We'd better save the others before they're either emotionally perfect, or dead," Aly said.
"But why would they give you powers?" Amy asked uneasily.
"Well, if the treatment temporarily knocked me out," Aly reasoned. "They probably would have deleted my emotions within minutes."
"Most likely," Amy said. "You're probably right."
"Now, to save the others," Aly said bravely.
"Girls," Dr. Dave said. "Don't get into any trouble."