Well. I did it.
I left. I'm staying in an
alternate universe, with Pitch and another Dr. Light, and I'm going to help Pitch learn
how to cook.
Right now, I don't know if this makes things better or worse. It's the holidays, I'm not at home, and I keep thinking I should be fixing breakfast now and that Rock would have to have seen the note I left. Or he's tracked mud and snow into the kitchen again. The thought of the house ending up looking like a disaster area while I'm here just horrifies me.
But if I let that stress me out, how am I going to figure out the rest of the problem? I just want to find a way to spend time with my family. All of them. Without anyone ending up hurt.
This is one mess I'm not sure I know how to fix, and there have been a few moments when I wanted to just bolt back home and pretend everything's 'normal'.
When I'm like that, I just look over at the dresser. There's an alarm clock there. Timeman made it for me, as a present. And there's a photo in a frame, one I've kept for years, from before First Rebellion. A photo with my younger brothers, Rock, and myself.
As confusing as this is for me, I can't give up until I find an answer. I owe them that.