Call Me Insane--
Call Me A Murderer!
You're the ones who are evil!
I protect everyone, this town, this world,
And even you, Apollo Weatherford!
It felt like a century walking around. The hot sun beat down on him, and wouldn't go away. He should have packed a baseball cap or maybe even a umbrella to keep the rays off. Groaning to himself, Lars kept a steady pace when walking about. He was sure that Ryan and Bianca had returned to the past safely, they had each other, therefore he...knew the duo would be alright. Times like this when he wasn't with his little gang, he felt scared. There was no one to comfort him and tell him that everything was gonna be alright. Not even his mother, who vanished with one night. He didn't even know where she had gone, till he searched around with his good detective skills.
There was a note, addressed to him, talking about something he couldn't make sense of.
That led to him returning to the past to search for possible answers.
A few more paces and he soon stopped dead in his tracks, and wore a confident face. Tears brimmed from the corner of his eyes, but he no later wiped them quickly away. No one should see the great Lars in a weak moment! It didn't matter if he desired to be coddled by his mama! He needed to be strong! That's what he would think she'd want him to be in her absence.
From the corner of his eye, he spotted a glimpse of long red hair.
"--Yo! Volcano man!"
That had been his nickname for Apollo of the future. There had been another nickname: calente piñata, but that was for another time. He had turned around to follow after him, and apparently the other quite hear him or ignored him. He soon ran up thus tripping in the process, at last moment grabbing onto a part of the others outfit before falling onto his face flat onto the concrete.
