"Scanning," a soothing female robotic voice said.

A red laser double-pulsed as it scanned my head.

While the lasers, localized painkillers, and hair embedding needles did their thing, I held the phone Randolph had given me in my lap and dialed Mase's already programmed number. After the twentieth ring, long, dark hair waved down past the middle of my back, just like it used to.

"Chain embedding laser in three, two, one."

I clutched the phone in my ...