It had been murder, nothing short of murder.
And they had been friends.
Almost like sisters.
For many, many, years...
...then it happened.
Who really knows what brought it on, her story had changed at least a dozen times over the course of the last week alone.
But jealousy had infected her friend, it had taken root in Liz's heart and deep within her fevered brain.
Mary never saw it coming.
Never knew what Liz had done to her car, to the breaks...
...until the very day when she awoke from her coma.
Modern science had managed to keep Mary from the cold clutches of death...
...but the life she had lived, the life that she had known was now over.
As Mary stared at her cyber enhanced face, glared at the prosthetic nose and jaw as the heartbroken rage built within her.
Liz had done this to her.
Her ally. Tears streamed down her face as she stared at her own reflection.
This was her life now.
Now and from here on in.