Possibilities
An Epilogue
Previously on 2.17 Seconds into Never, Constance the angel had finally fixed time, just in, well, time. So to speak. Now Meg Atomic and the others are trying to figure out What It All Means…
Two weeks had passed since Meg Atomic had tried to undo time1. She had found that she could still remember what had happened, everything from meeting King Arthur to playing Uno with herself and Liz; she’d heard from the Wombat that he and his friends all remembered as well. Meg was bouncing around an idea involving teaming up with the Wombat’s crew. She’d looked at the probabilities, even discussed it with Liz and (more cautiously) her parents.
“Who’s the Wombat?” Captain Happily Married had asked.
“I think I’ve heard of one of them, not the burrower, the gaseous one…” Super Soccer Mom had said thoughtfully.
At any rate, Meg had the idea at the front of her mind, and had sent a text to the Wombat with an invite to discuss. She had not, as yet, heard back.
Candystriper sat on the edge of her bunk, kicking her heels and thinking. She couldn’t help but feel like she had forgotten something.
“Okay, lights out,” she heard the warden call down the corridor outside her cell.
“Not yet!” she called back. “I’m trying to think of something I forgot about my last mission, okay? Just give me two seconds! Maybe three, tops.”
Candystriper heard the warden stomping down the corridor. “Look, lady,” the warden yelled, “when I say lights out, I mean-”
“You know, you’re way boring,” Candystriper said calmly. “I’m gonna bail, okay? Cool.” With that, she reached for the almost microscopically-small fleck of pure thrudanium she had snicked off a solid block of the stuff and hidden up her left nostril. Carefully she cleaned the snot off the tiny fleck (one doesn’t like to unleash a snotty explosive, after all), and then flicked it into the corridor like one might flick a paper football across a tabletop.
There was, as there so often is in a city of superheroes, a very big kaboom.
Over the sirens and the crash of rubble and the cries for help as officers and prisoners alike struggled to free themselves from the debris, one could just hear Candystriper’s mad giggles as she raced away into the darkness in a hastily stolen police car.
As they say in the movies, Candystriper and the Malevolent Med-Student will return.
Technically, yes, she hadn’t done it anymore and the two-week marker is therefore meaningless; however, it is important to bear in mind that verb tenses are notoriously difficult when dealing with time travel. See, e.g., Gaseous Girl’s invention of willn’t in last week’s episode.
Wardens are prison administrators; they are not involved in day-to-day activities with prisoners except in those circumstances. The character addressing Candystriper would actually be a prison guard, a.k.a. a "line screw".