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Oct. 20th, 2012 07:29 pm[...Well. This was awkward. Wally hadn't expected to be here again. Five years had passed since he'd been in Somarium--and he hadn't remembered any of it until he had reappeared. Now he knew firsthand what others had talked about, forgetting until they came back.
But he didn't have a whole lot of time to dwell on it. He was sore and needed a change--he didn't particularly want to be in his Kid Flash uniform anymore for the moment.
He stuffed the outfit into a bag after changing; getting a hoodie and a pair of jeans and going to the park to just think. He wonders who's still here. Do they remember too? Does he want to talk to them? Dick and Artemis, maybe, depending on what they remembered.
He rubs his hands on his face and leans back on the bench he was sitting on and closed his eyes. He stayed like that for a while, and he almost drifts on the verge of sleeping. But in reality, he was replaying his final moments over and over again, figuring out if he could have survived somehow, if he could be with Artemis again--
--he didn't regret it, really. If it saved the world, so be it. But the idea of not seeing Artemis again--Dick--Barry--Bart...it took a toll on him.
He didn't really want to think about it.
Remembering about the dreams (it would be kind of awful for it to broadcast a dream about this--as if to say "hello! I'm back, here, if you guys don't remember this then surprise! I'm dead now!"), he sits back up and pulls out the Dreamberry. If his friends didn't remember that, then he didn't want to bring it up. Upsetting them was something he didn't want to do -- and even if they did remember...he didn't want to say anything about it.
Maybe a second chance was okay.
Finally, he decides to say something to the network. It's not in voice or video; he's not sure he's up to it quite yet. So he goes with text (which, by the way, has improved--probably thanks to Artemis yelling at him for indecipherable messages):]
so i guess you guys jinxed me--
[Wait, he wasn't going to bring it up, was he? He had decided not to. But it was kind of at the forefront of his mind...]
--nevermind. so uh i'm back. i never thought i'd miss this place.
[Considering...]
i could really go for some chicken whizzies right now.
But he didn't have a whole lot of time to dwell on it. He was sore and needed a change--he didn't particularly want to be in his Kid Flash uniform anymore for the moment.
He stuffed the outfit into a bag after changing; getting a hoodie and a pair of jeans and going to the park to just think. He wonders who's still here. Do they remember too? Does he want to talk to them? Dick and Artemis, maybe, depending on what they remembered.
He rubs his hands on his face and leans back on the bench he was sitting on and closed his eyes. He stayed like that for a while, and he almost drifts on the verge of sleeping. But in reality, he was replaying his final moments over and over again, figuring out if he could have survived somehow, if he could be with Artemis again--
--he didn't regret it, really. If it saved the world, so be it. But the idea of not seeing Artemis again--Dick--Barry--Bart...it took a toll on him.
He didn't really want to think about it.
Remembering about the dreams (it would be kind of awful for it to broadcast a dream about this--as if to say "hello! I'm back, here, if you guys don't remember this then surprise! I'm dead now!"), he sits back up and pulls out the Dreamberry. If his friends didn't remember that, then he didn't want to bring it up. Upsetting them was something he didn't want to do -- and even if they did remember...he didn't want to say anything about it.
Maybe a second chance was okay.
Finally, he decides to say something to the network. It's not in voice or video; he's not sure he's up to it quite yet. So he goes with text (which, by the way, has improved--probably thanks to Artemis yelling at him for indecipherable messages):]
so i guess you guys jinxed me--
[Wait, he wasn't going to bring it up, was he? He had decided not to. But it was kind of at the forefront of his mind...]
--nevermind. so uh i'm back. i never thought i'd miss this place.
[Considering...]
i could really go for some chicken whizzies right now.
