Where could I go from there? What could I do? Give up and let all our work have been for nothing? Take away the last hope we had to set the world right?
Better to move forward, I thought. Better to play out the string and balance the scales with my own personal sacrifice. Bring into being a new world where my mistakes could be forever forgotten.
At least that was the plan until I screwed up again and killed Bottlenose.
As I float in the Times Square Sea and gaze at his body, I realize my choices from this point on are meaningless. The door has slammed shut on our plan for the world's salvation.
Even if I bag Freeze-Dry and Floater and haul them to Brain Fart's lab, it won't change a thing. The global warming reverser requires twenty-four super-powered subjects...and even with Fr
