..1996...

..Monday 6th....2:48 AM..

Knight is sitting on the ledge of a building looking out towards the night sky lost in thought. We can see a much more taller figure with a strong build come over then stand by her side. Knight seems to be calm and not at all concerned.  She has a dazed look with bags under her eyes. Knight hadn't slept for what seemed to be a couple weeks.

"You should get rest," Uncle Bob said.

"I have rested enough," Knight said.

"Your eyes say otherwise," Uncle Bob said. "What has been preventing you from sleeping?"

"I can't really hide it from a Terminator," Knight said, with a laugh.  "How typical."

"You can tell me," Uncle Bob said.

Knight shook her head.

"I have nightmares that I never get to say what I want to say," Knight said.

"To whom?" Uncle Bob asks.

Knight turns her head towards the left towards Uncle Bob.

"You know who," Knight said, in a lowered voice.

"You still have that grudge on the Norse God," Uncle Bob said.

Knight turns her head away towards the city light.

"I am not an Asgardian," Knight said, with a hiss. "What do you think?"

"Making him apologize makes it all better," Uncle Bob said.

"You're a robot," Knight said. "How does that work for you?"

"Quite well," Uncle Bob said.

"That is because you are a cyborg in a era where violence isn't required," Knight said.

"You are right," Uncle Bob said. "But that doesn't stop me from pointing out it is healthy to forgive."

"I don't forgive him," Knight said, bitterly.

"Cartel,"  Uncle Bob said. "I won't press this issue any further but you know; the best liars make others angry because...They care."

"If he cared; he wouldn't have turned me into a Frost Giant!" Knight said, turning towards Uncle Bob where her skin turns blue and her eyes glow a faint color of red.

"Cartel, in 32 years  the Loki you meet will be different," Uncle Bob said.

"As if," Knight said.

"He's not going to be exactly capable of fighting off machines as a mortal," Uncle Bob said.

"You are joking,"  Knight said.

"I have yet to understand what a joke is," Uncle Bob said. "But I am serious as a stone."

"Hmmph," Knight said.

"And by my files; you'll have to get over that hatred," Uncle Bob said. "And fast."

"Why?" Knight asks, as her skin returns to the natural color and her eyes shift from red to hazel.

"Because you have a favor to return at Skynet," Uncle Bob said.

Knight blinks.

"Did Loki tell you that?" Knight asks, concerned.

"No," Uncle  Bob said.

"Are you lying?" Knight asks.

"I am a horrible liar according to John," Uncle Bob said.

"You know..." Knight said. "Liars are very bad at pretending they don't care."

Uncle Bob nods.

"Cartel," Uncle Bob said. "My files say you do get to say what you want to say to Loki."

Uncle Bob left Knight then went back down the stairs.

"One day at a time..." Knight said. "One day at a time."