[cmdR_Paige]

Originally Posted by Dr. Chris

Chris was still passed out, the bleeding had stopped. He lied there, still unconscious. His bike had gone to baton form, and his staff was to the side. His gun was out of ammo, and his disc was by his staff.

Skye crept closer, on all fours now, large green eyes analyzing the scene. Obviously the program wasn't dead yet; he was still in one piece.

She poked his shoulder, to see if he'd wake up.

His orange circuitry made her a little uncomfortable, but she didn't know why.