MATT MURDOCK
the city at dawn—just as garbage truck engines started to rumble and sunlight was beginning to peak in between the buildings—was matt’s favorite time of the day. the streets were peaceful, quiet and abandoned. the coffee shop he visited on the same corner of his apartment building had just opened their doors. he had hours before anyone else would even step foot in the establishment, which made it the perfect place to enjoy his coffee and a book, occasionally. as the elder woman behind the counter took his usual order, matt could hear footsteps approaching. as if right on cue with his senses, the door chimed and in walked another costumer. surprised by the unexpected company, the red head extended a kind gesture. “ … i’ll cover whatever they’re having, too. ” he said, coughing up a folded ten dollar bill.
Jessica was standing outside coffee shop for a while when she saw a familiar face. It was never settled whether they were friends or not but he was one of the people she allowed herself to care about. They had worked quite well together along with other people after all. As she entered the shop, she knew he had noticed him. Days in being at Chronopolis, she had noticed that some people a person would know would be an entirely different person they used to know. He could be different. Jessica sat nearby and exhaled, trying to erase any sort of recognition of him. “That’s kind of you but no, thank you. I can pay for my own.”












