"So, you want to tell me what's up?"

I turned to Freddie, who was walking alongside me.

"What you mean?"

Freddie rolled his eyes before continuing "Cmon Billy, you've been acting weird ever since the fight with Sivana."

"No, I haven't," I quickly replied.

"Uh, yes, you have. And because I'm your foster brother, I have to ask why."

I rolled my eyes at Freddie's comment and began to pick up the pace.

"If you don't tell me I'm going to tell Darla you want to have a weekend tea party with her."

I turned on my heel narrowing my eyes at him. "You wouldn't?"

Freddie smirked, "Try me."

I rolled my eyes and took a few steps closer to Freddie, " Fine, but can we talk back at the house."

"Sure."

The walk the rest of the way home was shorter then I hoped. Soon I found myself face to face with Freddie as he began the interrogation.

"Well?" Freddie chirped.

I took a deep breath and a seat. "You remember the day we fought Sivana?"

"Yeah, how could I forget it?"

"Do you remember what happened before the fight at the carnival?"

I saw Freddie facial expressions change from confusion to shock. "Oh, yeah. You found your Mom. How did that go?"

"Awful," I said.

"Why, what happened?"

"Well, I found her, but that's not what she wanted," I said, standing up and turning my back to him.

I didn't hear Freddie say anything, so I continued, "She thought she couldn't take care of me, so she left me and gave up on me." My blood was beginning to boil just thinking about her. "I mean, how could she! I'm her son! Her blood!"

I punched the wall, nearly creating a hole before turning back to Freddie. He was speechless unsure of what to say.

I sat down on the bed, breaking down into tears. Freddie sat down and put his arm around me. "It's okay, and you want to know why?"

I looked up at him, wiping the tears from my eyes.

"Because you have us, and we're your family, not some quitter who shares your blood."

I smiled at that and could feel the anger dissipating. "Thanks, Freddie."

"No problem what are foster brothers for," He said chuckling.

I laughed at his corny humor. " You know what's funny, though? If I could get a chance to hit a reset button and repeat my life with her in it, I would."

Freddie paused before answering, "Really, you would?"

"Yeah, I would. If I could erase all the running away and sleeping on the streets, I would."

Freddie gave me a firm nod before wrapping his arms around me.

"Thanks," I said, smiling as I returned the embrace.

The rest of the night was uneventful, and Freddie didn't ask Darla if she wanted to have a tea party. After Dinner, I went to the bathroom, changed into sleepwear, and began to brush my teeth. I was about to spit into the sink when a knock came from the door. "Almost done."

"Billy, it's Mary, can I come in. I want to talk to you?"

I sighed before unlocking the door. Mary walked in and grabbed some acne pads. "So, how are you?"

"Fine, why do you ask?" I asked, spitting into the sink.

"Because I heard you and Freddie talking earlier, and I heard a loud noise and um..."

"What?" I asked.

Mary leaned in a whispered in my ear, "I heard Crying."

I scowled at that before rinsing my mouth.

"Yeah, I'm fine, and that noise was me punching the wall."

"Okay, just making sure. But if you don't mind me asking what were you talking about that made you punch a wall?"

I rinsed my mouth before answering, "My Mom."

"Oh... How is she?" Mary asked, surprised at the topic.

"Fine, I'm better off anyway," I said quickly and harshly.

"What do you mean? Wasn't she happy to see you?" Mary asked, concerned.

"No, she didn't," I said solemnly.

Mary dropped her acne pads and rushed me with a hug, "Oh, Billy, I'm so sorry. I knew we shouldn't have given you those papers."

"No, I'm happy you did because now I know where my real family is," I said, looking up and smiling.

"Oh, Billy," Mary said, hugging me harder.

"Oww... Oww. Your crushing me!"

Mary finally released, "Sorry."

"No problem; just don't turn into Darla."

"Yes, sir," Mary said saluting.

"Thanks, Mary. I'm going to get some sleep." I said before, yawning. "Goodnight."

"Your welcome, goodnight."

In my room, Freddie was already in bed reading a Batman comic book. I said goodnight before climbing in my bed.

"Goodnight," Freddie said, not taking his eyes off the book. I chuckled and shook my head before rolling over and going to sleep.

***Shazam***

The following morning

When I woke up, everything seemed weird. First, the room looked larger, and I felt I was on the ground instead of my top bunk. I heard an alarm going off, so I turned to my left to see the said alarm. When I reached to snooze the alarm, my hands were much smaller and almost child-like. I lifted the covers off and found my body was the same as my hands. My legs were short, and my feet were tiny, I wore pajamas that belonged to a child. I had on blue footed pajamas with rocket ships decorated all over.

I tried not to panic, but I was starting to think something was seriously wrong with me.

I needed to see if my fears were my reality, so I jumped out of bed and ran to a mirror on the other side of the room. I didn't like what I saw.

Staring back at me was a boy no older than four. My brown hair was a prime example of bedhead as it stuck up all over the place.

I could feel panic beginning to surface. How did this happen? Where was I? And why am I a little kid again?

"Okay, this is a dream. Right?" I thought.

I closed my eyes and pinched myself. "When I open my eyes, I'll be back in my room with Freddie."

But when I opened my eyes, the person I hated the most was staring at me — my Mom.