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Of course she is. Where else would she be with this hell?

[Still, the question gets Tommy to raise an eyebrow. And shrug.]

I'm not my Aunt's keeper. Hell, Mom doesn't even know where I am all the time.

[brightboy]

...how long ago was I here?

[How long has Lorna been alone?]

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I mean, you all disappeared before the month started, so, like, three weeks? Not too long.

[She wasn't alone. She had her nephew and her sister, even if it was another universe or two.]

[brightboy]

[He made a promise, that he'd never leave her alone again. This is a big deal, Tommy. Only, he gives a look around, frowning.]

...wait. This is the only room?

[doubled_speed]

As in the only bedroom with the only bed? Yeah. There's the kitchen and the bathroom too, and the front room. But only this one bed.

[In fact, he smirks and laughs. Because he's definitely up on his memes]

And there was one bed.

[brightboy]

[Marcos, however, is not up on memes, because of the whole being on the lamb and only having burner phones and all. He's had worse living arrangements, of course, and that doesn't bother him.]

Right. [He runs a hand over his face before taking a seat again, looking over to Tommy.] Okay. Tell me more about this place.

[doubled_speed]

More? You might be asking the wrong person. I'm not exactly known for being a wealth of information. Or a wealth of anything but energy and sass.

[Still... he supposes he can try. Tommy hops himself up onto the dresser and sighs.]

First? Half the drawers in this are yours. Has clothes in it for you.

[brightboy]

[He followed Tommy's motions and looks down at the dresser before looking back up to him.]

They just randomly put my cloths in there?

[doubled_speed]

Not sure if they are ‘your’ clothes as in from home. I didn’t own anything that is here. But all they gave me is really nice.

[brightboy]

Yeah...that's not creepy at all. [He shakes his head and goes over to the dresser, taking a moment to find the thumbprint reader and then looking up at Tommy dubiously.]

They have our thumbprints too? How are any of you okay with this?

[doubled_speed]

Better question. What fucking choice do we have when we’re this far under some body of water? We gotta adapt to it.

[brightboy]

Digging. [He says as he opens his set of drawers.] Not just rolling over. That's what choice you have.

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You think people haven't tried?

[Don't assume they're stupid, Marco. Life is complicated.]

[brightboy]

I never said that.

[And he smirks.]

But we haven't.

[doubled_speed]

Then you go and do that, okay? Go and dig yourself a hole and get buried underground.

[Claustrophobia is a bitch.]

[brightboy]

You're fine to just stay here?

[doubled_speed]

[Well, people back home had mostly abandoned him. Again. And Wanda wanted him here. Wanted to be his mother. And then there was the important part.]

Better than dying by drowning. Or pressure. Or starvation. Do I like it here? No. But it’s a damn bit better than being dead. Because we can’t leave here easily. If we could? Billy would have come for me already. When your twin the god can’t come get you even all full of magic and powerful can’t get to you, you know your own powers aren’t getting you out.

[brightboy]

[Okay, there's a lot in what Tommy just said that didn't make any sense, which means he'll think about it later.]

Then we work together.

[doubled_speed]

You go ahead and find people to work with. But me? I go fast and I explode things. Neither of which helps here. So find other help.

[This place scares him enough would doing something stupid like trying to tunnel out.]

[brightboy]

[Marcos frowned at that.]

So, your powers are all that you are? You never use that? [He taps his temple to indicate his brain.]

[doubled_speed]

[Everyone always said he was just practical. HE didn't really put together being able to think super fast with smart.]

I run fast, I punch things, I blow shit up. I follow instructions.

[brightboy]

What, and your 'instructions' are to sit here and not do anything about getting out of this place?

[doubled_speed]

[Okay, dude, all that's happening is that Tommy's getting mad. Don't piss off family, idiot.]

I'm saying I'm not the fucking planner, Marcos. And we already nearly fucking drowned here once, so I'm doing a hard pass on that

[brightboy]

They got us in here, there has to be a way out.

[He takes a deep breath. Fine. Marcos wasn't the hard-core planner, either, but he could. In a pinch. As long as Lorna was fine.]

[doubled_speed]

Then talk to them.

[Don't talk to Tommy. He doesn't have an answer.]

I'm stuck here, I'm making the best of it.