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Isolate (Superhero Black Hole, Pt. 127)

Zowie grabbed some sort of iPad-like device and apparently told it to get us some Cokes, because a few seconds later a brief tone sounded in the back of the room and she got up to get us some.

“So what do we do now?” I asked.

“Sit and wait,” Zowie replied. “I’m sure you’re well aware that only Latrodecta can travel any real distance into the future without any real problems—at least, of the individuals we’re concerned with.”

“Um,” said Zoe, biting her lip and pointing at me, “aren’t you forgetting somebody?”

“I can’t jump farther than a minute and it sends me into a hypoglycemic fugue,” I retorted.

“Wonderful.” Zoe shifted to her side. “So what all is there to do in this place?”

“This complex actually has quite a few amenities,” Zowie explained. “However, it’s appropriate you bring this up now—I think we’ve got something here you”—she added, pointing at me—"will enjoy."

A familiar voice from my past greeted me in a language I hadn’t spoken in centuries.

“ཁྱེད་ཪང་བདེ་པོ་ཡིན་པས། " he asked.

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