Lois.
"Don't go in there," she said—in her normal voice. "Tersen's in there."
"I know." He stared at her. She didn't have the same zombie-like appearance she had had earlier. "Get out of my way," he told her. "I'm going in."
She put her hand on his arm tenderly. "No Jim. Give me the gun. I've broken out of his control. He doesn't know it yet. Let me go in there—and I'll take him by surprise. He won't expect it when I blast him down."
A grin lit Reese's features. The voice was unmistakably Lois'. "Okay. Great idea, darling. Here."
He handed her his blaster and waited for her to go inside. But instead she levelled the gun at him.
"Lois! What is this—a trap?"
Words came from her mouth in reply—words spoken in a deep, distorted voice. "Well done. Now kill him." It was the voice of Dr. Tersen.
Her finger tightened on the trigger as Reese stood frozen in utter horror. Tersen had used a shrewd ruse—by pretending to have let Lois escape his power he had gotten Reese to surrender his weapon.
But Lois stood facing him without firing. Sweat broke out on her face. She became deadly pale.