Johnny Rancid sat quietly in his jail cell. "Oi, Johnny, your usually complaining by now. What's up?" Rancid glanced up at his friend/annoyance, Punk Rocket. "Not today, Punk." He shifted off his cot and handed Punk a picture.
Punk glanced at it and saw a much younger Johnny with his parents. "They... died today. On flight 93." He said quietly. Punk's eyes widened. "I'm sorry, dude, I didn't know." Johnny looked away. "Its alright. Not many know that a villain's parents died a hero." Johnny headed back to his cot.
Punk headed out and heard Kitten squabbling with her boyfriend again, saw See-More staring at a picture of Jinx, and Mammoth trying to break into the cafeteria. Just like normal.
Then he saw Billy Numerous on the phone. "Hey sis... yeah, just decided to check on you today." Punk Rocket decided to listen in. "How are you today?... Yeah, I miss Auntie too... how is mom? Good... what do you mean, some idiot decided to try to bug you about what happened today, it ain't none of their business about it! Stupid reporters... See you later sis."
Billy walked out. "What was that about?" Punk asked. Billy glanced at his English friend. "Just... my aunt was in the Twin Towers when the plane hit. And some stupid idiot decided to ask my sister about her 'emotions' that day." Billy glared at nothing in particular. "We were kids..." He grumbled, then walked off, attempting to hide tears that Punk Rocket noticed, but didn't point out.
Punk Rocket sat down at some benches and glanced around. Lots of people lost family today... and lots of others barely recognized the day. Punk Rocket swore to himself that he wouldn't be a part of the second group.
(I was almost a part of the second group today because I almost forgot. Remember today... and honor it.)