Freedom City, California, USA

She fell, leaden, toward the earth.

"It's not you I'm here for," he had said, and then he had dropped her, and she fell toward the earth. He had ripped from around her neck the ankh, and she fell toward the earth. She could fly. She could save herself and fly. But she didn’t feel like it. She always wore that ankh. It was so obvious to anyone who'd paid attention while battling Freedom Watch. The ankh controlled the nano-forms, and the nano-forms could do just about anything. It was what made her so versatile. Tommy One-Suit -- her Uncle Tom -- had taken it and then dropped her like she was nothing. He didn't even have a use for her anymore, now that he knew about the ankh.

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