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"Where is everyone?" Trinity stood in the doorway of the training room as Tony lifted five hundred pound dumbbells. "Why aren't they here yet? Did I tell them something to scare them away?" She sounded heartbroken.

"No, you didn't tell them anything like that. You told them the truth." The blind girl set the dumbbells down and faced herself to Trinity. "I keep telling you, do not feel bad about what you say to people- no how you say it. One day people will regret the things they say and it could lead to a very bad situation. Do you hear what I am saying to you Trinity?"

"Yes ma'am." She sat down just inside of the doorway and scooted her body over to the right looking in a mirror. "How do you think the doc and nurse will feel if I changed my looks?"

"Trinity... I don't know what you look like. I just know how you feel sweetie. Soft silky hair to your shoulders, your clothes are always cotton soft. You wear a lot of v-necks and a lot of pajama pants." She chuckled. "We have been partners for so long that if you changed your looks, I'd never find you. You have worn the same kind of clothing forever. It's like... you have a signature through your clothing."

"Yeah, but, it is an 'old' signature. It makes me feel... boring to myself." She then whispered to herself looking over to her shoulder-length brown hair. "I hate it."

"Well don't. I like it and my opinion matters." She went back to lifting the same dumbbells and this time with a smile on her face.

"When will they be here," Trinity said to herself.