On the drive over to the police station, Zoe aged even more, all the way up to twenty, and her hair changed color, becoming more blond.
By the time they got to the station, Danielle also changed a bit, becoming more muscular. Her hair also shortened, as a few tattoos appeared on her body.
Zoe hauled Danielle into the station and threw her into one of the cells in the holding area. "Time to cool off, bitch," Zoe said.
After the cell door was shut, Danielle darted towards Zoe, trying to grab at her. But Zoe pulled out her police baton and smacked Danielle's hands with it.
Danielle dropped to the floor in pain, then looked up at Zoe with burning eyes. "You're gonna regret doing that, you fucking bitch!" she yelled.
"Not in this lifetime," Zoe said, before heading out of the room.
"Argh!" Danielle yelled. She hated cops. They never minded their own fucking business.
"What are you in for?" a voice asked from behind her. She twirled around on her combat boots and looked towards the person lying on the cell bed.
