"Uhgg. Where am I?" Wally stood up, hoping to see Artemis.
"O boy, the second Rip Van Winkle in history!" A man with a long face, and he held a cane. Vertigo.
Wally was weaker by the second. "Where am I?!" He demanded.
"You, boy, are trapped. Where? In a alternate universe...tsk tsk. You have been gone from the real world for three years boy. Think of what your parents, your friends, your spitfire would say if you could've gotten back. But no! You are trapped here! Forever!" Count Vertigo laughed mercilessly.
Wally winced at that particular word. Spitfire. Artemis. Oh no. He had left her there, alone for 3 full grown years. He looked at his hands and sobbed. He was supposed to propose to her, after the goddamn mission. And now? He was trapped in some kind of stupid alternate universe and was meant to never get back. He looked up.
To his amazement, there was a fridge. Trying to get there as fast as he can (even though he's out of juice), he opens up the fridge and gobbles up everything. Literally. He looked around him. He was actually in a very dark "large" place? He couldn't actually see the end of the room. The Count had already left and he was alone. There was actually a bed for him. Once he lay on it, he fell asleep immediately, almost forgetting about his friends, family, even his Spitfire.
But.
It's only an almost.