I have an idea for a hero: A man wakes up on top of a mattress that he had not used in 10 years. He opens his eyes in the house that was owned by his father - who had purchased the residence in 1992 in celebration of his wife's pregnancy, and his own retirement. Hearing the waves crash like thunder off in the distance, the man shifts to the side of the bed and sits, managing a quick stretch to straighten his back and make sure his neck was working correctly - he still didn't wasn't sure if travelling between realities was detrimental to his health, but he parishes the thought knowing that it wouldn't make much of a difference if it did. He stands and realizes that he was not clothed, and worse yet, he realized that he couldn't remember that last time he had been clothed. He closes his eyes begins to imagine himself in a black leather jacket, made of Unobtainium epaulets and formal military trousers, but instead he chuckles and opens his eyes to find himsel...
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