Turnabout

And as far as Maria could tell, Kyle wasn't in much better shape. «What happened?» she asked anyone who might answer. Jesse blinked as though he'd been suddenly jolted awake from a strange dream. «I'm… I'm not sure. Isabel and Kyle started concentrating on the orbs and then it was like some sort of psychic feedback went off inside their heads.» Isabel was stirring, and Maria decided she didn't look so bad after all. But Kyle was ashen-faced. She knelt beside him, noticing that he seemed almost comatose. I overheard Liz thinking about the price ojmass-mindwarping the Special Unit just before she and the rest of the Scooby Gang lit the brain bomb's fuse, Maria thought. She was near panic now, but she also felt desperate to make herself useful in any way she could. I hope to heck this wasn't what Liz meant when she was thinking about «sacrifices.» She rummaged around through her duffel until her fingers found the stock of the pistol she had taken off of one of the MiBs they'd eluded back in Wyoming. Isabel now seemed to be fully awake. «Maria, what are you doing?» Maria shrugged. «I have absolutely no idea. But I can't just sit here.» «I think we ought to sit tight until we know exactly what's going on in there," Jesse said. «That sounds like a good, old-fashioned bad idea," Maria said, hefting the weapon. «For all any of us know, the MiBs are this minute getting ready to slice Michael up like a Christmas ham.» «If anybody goes in there to look around," Isabel said, holding up her hand, «it should be somebody with alien powers.» Jesse scowled. «If you think I'm go