(no subject)
There's... something... at the fringes of my mind. Brushing at the edges of my consciousness. The Spectre does not acknowledge it, but that does not make it any less real.
I reach out with my perceptions to track it down, but it proves elusive.
At this point, I can't even tell if it's within or outside of me. But I'll find it somehow...
I hear Wally. He's looking for me...
I'll... look later. For now, a friend is in need.
I reach out with my perceptions to track it down, but it proves elusive.
At this point, I can't even tell if it's within or outside of me. But I'll find it somehow...
I hear Wally. He's looking for me...
I'll... look later. For now, a friend is in need.