She was still wet when she came back, so she must not have been gone long, although they were now outside. "I figured it out."
"Huh, what?"
"I figured it all out, Fake-Zee."
"Oh, you again, you split personality Fake-Ro."
"I'm dead."
Zee looked at her strangely. "Err, right. The Zombie-look is good on you."
"No. You're right. I got shot by a laser-gun a Jokerz. So I'm probably dead. But before I can pass on, I have to first make all of you Zees don't get your heads blown off."
Zee grabbed her arm and made them stop walking, and they ducked under an awning so the people around them could keep on walking. "What are you talking about?"
She looked at him, eyes narrowed. "I don't think I have to do anything with you. You seem normal, for a non-synthoid Zee. Obviously, your Ro is talking good care of you."
His face curled in a bit of insult. "Ro doesn't take care of me. I mean, you don't! Just shut up, Ro, it isn't funny anymore. It never really was, you know."
"I'm not your Ro," Ro said calmly. "I'm dead."
He looked angry at her proclamation. "Shut up, Ro! This isn't funny. Even if you are possibly telling the truth, you can't be dead."
She shrugged. "I am. I'm just not completely dead yet."
"So you're living other yous' lives?" he suggested sarcastically.
"Yeah," Ro said, thinking it over. "I probably am. So maybe I'm alive, in a sense."
Zee snorted. "If that's that case, you're living on borrowed time. Ro, just knock it off, all right. Just stop it."
"No." And a reason came to her mind, and she beamed. "You asked me to Prom."
Zee jumped back at if she had given him an electric shot. "I did not!"
"So I'm not leaving and going to be dead," she continued blithely. "Not until then. I deserve it."
"God, Ro, you're disgusting!"