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Doc miscalculated.
I guess he just looked at the far future - the one where the world's at peace and we all explore the stars and meet new aliens and stuff. Not the near future, where I got the tape he sent me, watched it, destroyed it, and still made it to his lab in time to be caught in the explosion.
Do you have any idea what size of explosion we're talking here?
You see the burn scar on my cheek? Yeah, it doesn't look major. But think about the kind of explosion it would take to leave a burn scar on somebody as drippy as me.
Yeah.
You get the picture.
I told everybody the same thing - that Doc had called me, sounded really depressed, and I got there too late. It was all technically true, except for the calling me part. And since I'm not dead or a cyborg or something, I guess the League believed me. Either that, or they knew what Doc was up to all along and decided to let him go ahead with it. I don't know, and I don't really want to find out.
CaptainHammer's out of therapy, now that he's heard Doc's dead. I don't know if you'd care, but you were his girlfriend for a while, and you seemed like the kind of person who liked to know people were doing good.
Doc said he saved the world for you, you know. I guess that would be called going hero, wouldn't it? I don't know if you care, but I don't think he'd have done it for anyone less.
Anyway.
Doc said he wanted any flowers for him to go here, so, here, I guess. They kind of wilted a little on the subway but they don't look too bad.
See you.