Neither Fiona nor Victoria could wait to see each other. It had been a whole seventeen hours since they touched each other and they could not wait a moment longer.

Fiona set up her portable station to teleport her back to Victoria. Victoria set up her station, but added one little detail to the transport destinations.

It went perfectly for Victoria Khan. She set the program to stop the teleport midway through Fiona’s neck; Fiona’s head was in limbo with nowhere to go until the teleport resumed.

Fiona realized she existed somewhere else now. Her hands made their way up to touch what she already knows never finished crossing over. Fiona jiggled and caressed and stumbled.

Victoria simply watched her power-house woman struggle with relish.