I told Frank as we dashed up the stairs. A few people were ahead of us, a bunch behind. “What? What?” Mikey burst out. He was one of the first into the great room. Kit pointed at the plasma screen. On it, Ripley was plunging a needle full of epinephrine into Bobby T’s thigh. “That’s our room,” exclaimed Hal. “That’s me,” Bobby T said, pushing his way to the front of the group. “What is this?” Brynn asked Kit. “Baristas,” Ripley answered for her. “It’s a gossip show.” “It’s a gossip show with coffee,” Kit corrected. “I figured if I couldn’t drink it, it might help to watch other people drink it.” The clip disappeared and was replaced by two twenty-something women standing behind a coffee bar. “That’s a Ripley Lansing we haven’t seen before,” the one with the long brown hair said. “It seemed like she was thinking about that boy instead of herself,” the one with the long blond hair agreed. “That’s not—,” Ripley began, then bit her lip.
