"It's okay. Part of being a hero, right? Doing the impossible and all that jazz?"
The ring begins to fill again, but there is no warning this time. He's being topped off. But when he closes his eyes, he begins to see something...odd.
Michael was sitting there on the beach. He knew this beach: it was the one that was closest to his home. And it wasn't crowded like it usually is. Its nice and clean and its warm.
But not as warm as the woman who is wrapped up in his arms, sitting right in front of him. He doesn't see her face at first, but the intimacy, the closeness, it's all there. Then she tips her head back and flashes a smile.
"Isn't this great, Michael?"
Michael smiles back and nods at Traya, and he leans in to kiss her and-
"Whoa."
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