“Doc, can I ask you kind of a personal question?” “Go ahead.” “How long have you known you’ve made the wrong choice?” Doctor Impossible grunts. “Ouch. Ya got me.” Her cigarette flares orange in the dim light. “It’s been five years.” “Have you ever tried to get out? Go back to being nonpartisan, I mean?” She shakes her head. “Can’t. I made an enemy who will follow me no matter where I go or what I do. It’s not real safe for me to leave the Tower, so I do my work from here. Sometimes we make choices, and we don’t realize they’re permanent until it’s too late.”
