Nexus 100
055. Spirit
If pressed, he'd never be able to give a real reason for coming here. He doesn't believe in God, doesn't believe her spirit is still lurking around somewhere in the cold London fog. He suspects his reasons have nothing to do with logic, however. He hears the click of a camera or two somewhere behind him. They must have seen the Door open, come to see which member of the Authority has decided to grace the Earth with their presence. In the morning, there will probably be a few reports of Apollo ghosting around Jenny Sparks' grave, and the thought makes him laugh.
He doesn't know where his Jenny is buried. Someplace far less grand than this, he's sure. All he remembers is a phone call, and thinking it was just another nail in the coffin. None of that matters now. He's not here to talk to his Jenny, after all. He sticks his hands in the pockets of his coat--it's cold, and if he tries radiating heat to warm them, the media will see the glow. He doesn't want to tip his hand with them quite yet.
"This was all Apollo's idea, you know. He thinks I can do what you did. Make everyone a team again. Truthfully, I don't know how you ever managed it. But I'm going to try. They deserve that much." The wind kicks up for a moment, swirling the fog around him. 'Spooky,' Lauren would have said. It occurs to him that he still has a lot of ghosts to lay to rest. "Jack thinks this America thing is going to go somewhere. I think he's forgotten that you can't force change on people. You have to give them options. I'm going to see what he thinks about holding elections. It's hard to accomplish anything when the world leaders all think you're going to try and depose them." He sighs. "I don't know if I'm the right person for this job, Jenny. Here's hoping I don't fuck it up." He sets down the flowers, and steps away. A few more camera flashes cut through the fading light as he thinks the magic word.
//Door//