[ There's certainly nothing quite like it anywhere on Themyscira. Hadn't been before; certainly isn't now. She looks, but she can't see her constellation – Cassiopeia, the W – in the sky overhead before they reach the motel once more and the lights outside the rooms send the stars above into muted darkness.
The room looks precisely as they left it. She begins unwinding the lasso from around her waist, considering their options. ]
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The room looks precisely as they left it. She begins unwinding the lasso from around her waist, considering their options. ]
Are you tired?