Gratitude
A few days have passed since the rescue of their compatriots from the bizarre, otherworldly prison controlled by a spinning, multi-faceted sphere of alien origin. When the Watchtower medical staff had failed to immediately find any lasting psychological, mental, or physical maladies resulting from contact with the artifact, Kyle had been content to return to New York, accompanied by Beatriz. Needless to say, their relationship has taken something of a more serious turn since the rescue. If nothing else, her temporary abduction had shown both of them how important each had become to the other person.
Despite the joyousness of these developments and the alien artifact's apparent disappearance, there remains at least one loose end. As he had flown with Fire through the urban landscape, looking at her over his shoulder to see her brilliant green flames blazing beside him, Kyle knew that he owed her return to one person in particular.
With things having returned to normal, he realizes that he owes that someone a thank you, some expression of gratefulness, even if amounts to little more than a few awkwardly chosen words and a handful of halting, poorly structured sentences. Jennie-Lynn had been spending a good deal of her time re-establishing herself with the team her father, the first Green Lantern, had founded during World War II. Contact between the two of them had been minimal since the Christmas party on the Watchtower, so the Justice Society brownstone in New York had seemed the most likely place to begin his search. Wildcat had gruffly informed him that she was, in fact, on the Watchtower, though he hadn't said why. Fortunately, he also hadn't asked what Kyle wanted with Alan's daughter.
"Green Lantern to Watchtower - prep Airlock 3 for entry," he says, tapping the communicator in his ear as he skims over the dusty lunar surface. Within a few minutes, he was breathing the recycled oxygen of the League's headquarters, striding through the long, silvery corridors. He would start his search in the canteen.
Despite the joyousness of these developments and the alien artifact's apparent disappearance, there remains at least one loose end. As he had flown with Fire through the urban landscape, looking at her over his shoulder to see her brilliant green flames blazing beside him, Kyle knew that he owed her return to one person in particular.
With things having returned to normal, he realizes that he owes that someone a thank you, some expression of gratefulness, even if amounts to little more than a few awkwardly chosen words and a handful of halting, poorly structured sentences. Jennie-Lynn had been spending a good deal of her time re-establishing herself with the team her father, the first Green Lantern, had founded during World War II. Contact between the two of them had been minimal since the Christmas party on the Watchtower, so the Justice Society brownstone in New York had seemed the most likely place to begin his search. Wildcat had gruffly informed him that she was, in fact, on the Watchtower, though he hadn't said why. Fortunately, he also hadn't asked what Kyle wanted with Alan's daughter.
"Green Lantern to Watchtower - prep Airlock 3 for entry," he says, tapping the communicator in his ear as he skims over the dusty lunar surface. Within a few minutes, he was breathing the recycled oxygen of the League's headquarters, striding through the long, silvery corridors. He would start his search in the canteen.