...We'd run into something. We'd hit human feet...I looked up. Sleek, suede boots. Fashionably worn jeans. The torso and head were in shadow. Who was this?...Her arm appeared from behind her back. Her fingers clutched a Dracon beam...My heart stopped. The girl's fingers glistened and sparkled in the semidarkness. The way real flesh fingers never do...Taylor!...

...Taylor's story was a sad one. A story of a girl who'd lost her face, arm, and leg in a terrible fire. The Sharing, the Yeerk front organization, had been there for her. Offering her a new face and arm and leg. All she had to do was agree to be infested. A voluntary Controller...But the Yeerk that infested Taylor was nuts. Taylor had pretty much lost it, too. Not a very stable situation...

...Taylor had captured me...The fingers of her real hand poked through the bars of my cage, threatening to touch me as she lifted the cage right to her face...Taylor straightened her pearly, plastic fingers. I knew what she was going to do...Gas! She was gassing me just like the time she'd captured me under the grounds of The Sharing's new community center. In moments, I'd be paralyzed...

...I opened my eyes. I was still caged, but now there were half a dozen Dracon beams aimed at my head, clamped to my cage with vises...Blinking beneath each mounted Dracon was a read light. A sensor? I didn't move. I didn't dare...

...Taylor laughed. She was a violent, aggressive, and ruthless personality...She slinked toward my cage..."This time, Andalite, it's your cooperation I require. I need you and your fellow Andalites. I need you to help me destroy Visser Three...