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Penny! Penny, Penny, oh God, Penny!
Doc isn't dead!
God, I've been dying to tell somebody all day. See, I was digging through the lab ruins—
What? Don't look at me like that. I had a legitimate reason. Hourglass told me to, and when that woman talks, you listen.
Anyway, most of the technology was busted, right? 'Cause of the explosion. Except there was this one thing, looked like a plasma screen TV, and I picked it up and it still worked. I mean, it only kind of works, because it's stuck on one universe and it only plays what's happening in real time, but that's okay, because it's the universe Doc went to.
Man. It totally just occurred to me that the only person I can tell this to is six feet underground. It kind of sucks that the only other person who cares about what happens to Doc is a dead chick, and not even a dead chick who can talk back like Banshee.
But hey, it's good that he isn't dead, right? He totally went Hero for real there, Penny. He's, like, beating up pimps and killing murderers and stuff. That's what Heroes are supposed to do, right?
Anyway, I've got an interview with the henchman's union in a couple of hours. I think I'll finally get in this time.