I'm in a New York state of Mind....[Homeplot, locked to Yorick]
Something was different.
Johnny stretched and turned over, trying to move closer to Yorick without forcing him off the seat. Again. Apparently Johnny needed lessons in how to sleep with another person because half the time either him or Yorick ended up on the floor rather than the seat.
He felt around for the edges of the seat to find out how close he was to going off and frowned. There was no seat. Was he already on the floor? He couldn't be because Yorick was next to him. At least he assumed it was Yorick. But if he wasn't in the Hummer it could be anybody, really.
Please, God, Johnny prayed silently. Please let me not have gotten drunk and gone home with somebody else.
He opened his eyes and let out a sigh of relief because yes, that was Yorick next to him. Yorick was wrapped in sheets. Expensive egyptian cotton sheets that he'd bought with his first Von Doom paycheck, that should've been on his bed at home and not on an island in the middle of nowhere.
Unless he wasn't on the island anymore.
He looked around the room. His room. In the Baxter Building.
And as cool and impossible as that was, his next thought was not about what Yorick was doing there but if he was back, did that mean that everything was back?
He snapped his fingers and a flame went up. His eyes went wide. "COOL," he exclaimed, sitting up and shaking Yorick's shoulder, still mesmerized by his own flame. "Yorick. Hey, Yorick. Wake up. LOOK!"
Johnny stretched and turned over, trying to move closer to Yorick without forcing him off the seat. Again. Apparently Johnny needed lessons in how to sleep with another person because half the time either him or Yorick ended up on the floor rather than the seat.
He felt around for the edges of the seat to find out how close he was to going off and frowned. There was no seat. Was he already on the floor? He couldn't be because Yorick was next to him. At least he assumed it was Yorick. But if he wasn't in the Hummer it could be anybody, really.
Please, God, Johnny prayed silently. Please let me not have gotten drunk and gone home with somebody else.
He opened his eyes and let out a sigh of relief because yes, that was Yorick next to him. Yorick was wrapped in sheets. Expensive egyptian cotton sheets that he'd bought with his first Von Doom paycheck, that should've been on his bed at home and not on an island in the middle of nowhere.
Unless he wasn't on the island anymore.
He looked around the room. His room. In the Baxter Building.
And as cool and impossible as that was, his next thought was not about what Yorick was doing there but if he was back, did that mean that everything was back?
He snapped his fingers and a flame went up. His eyes went wide. "COOL," he exclaimed, sitting up and shaking Yorick's shoulder, still mesmerized by his own flame. "Yorick. Hey, Yorick. Wake up. LOOK!"