“Something wrong?” Rhett blinked, and the scene around him clicked into place all at once; the golden light filtering down between the buildings in the dusty air, the exhaustion pulling at his arms and shoulders from the hours of swinging through the city, and the four figures (red orange purple blue), framed by the setting sun, all smiling back at him.
He let a small smile tug at his artificial lips beneath his mask. It was about time his persistent visions gave him something nice.
“Not really…” Rhett shrugged, and moved to pull his hood down around his shoulders. He didn’t feel the need to hide, anymore. “Just seeing something of a dream come true, is all.”











