Brock felt something touch his bare butt. 

     He looked around behind himself to see what it was. 

     It was his own wheelchair!

     He thought for a moment his heart just might leap out of his throat, that got him so excited. 

     He went to reach for it, but then he remembered his, now, nearly paralyzed body. He couldn't move at all like he could back in his own reality.

     His heart leapt again when someone he recognized flitted into view. 

     At first, he felt kind of disappointed to see who it was. 

     It was Adam Adama, the female Adam, (although, in reality, it was impossible for a female Adam to exist.) 

     Adam Adama wasn't exactly on "their side".

     Still, it was someone familiar. 

     Then Adam Forwarder flew into his line of vision on a shining white pegasus, and Brock immediatly felt better. 

​     Yes!

​     He was no longer alone.

     He saw Trevor.

​     Yes! Yes!

     Now, not only did he feel better, he felt stronger.

     He reached for his wheelchair again, even though his own body should no longer allow that, but he didn't think about that body, his Domitikan body. He focused on the body he had back on Earth, his real body, because that body could reach out to grab his wheelchair, and, as he thought that, his Domitikan body did become his real body, if only for an eyeblink's time, and Brock thought, if I can do it once, I can do it again.

     He concentrated every bit of himself that he could access into what he next said out loud:

     "I want my old body back!"

     By the time he got to the word "back", his old body had returned to him.

     He grabbed his wheelchair and strapped himself in even as the paralysis returned to his arms. 

​     Oh no, Brock thought. I'm not going to have this shit. 

     He fought for his old body against...against...he didn't really know what. The entire Domitikan universe? Whatever. Back and forth his body changed, a dozen times, two dozen, in as many seconds. But, each time, he grew stronger, stronger, until...until...

     until he was Brock-fucking-Braddock for good and all, and he was back in his wheelchair, and he had his fucking clothes back on again.

     Azure energy crackled between his fingertips. 

     He sent a bolt flying.

     It brightened the cold, dark space that surrounded him.

     The bolt was strong and did not dissipate.

     He went to send off a second one when he heard, "Uh, Brock?"

     Estelle's voice. 

     It was Estelle!

     He turned to look full into his good friend's face.

     "Watch where you aim those bolts," Estelle said. "You don't want to hit anybody you love." 

     Brock saw Trevor then, and Noel floating off by himself in empty space looking very much like he was dead.

     And he saw Shawnacy. 

     Shawnacy! 

​     The "secret" love of his life, the woman he'd had a wild crush on since the first time he'd ever laid eyes on her.

     Shawnacy. 

     He felt so happy to see her he wanted to kiss her, although he refrained.

     They still floated in a volatile and deadly environment, after all. 

​     He took a second glance at Noel.

     He's the one they would go to next.

     Brock almost grinned. He'd felt so weak, everything had seemed so hopeless, only moments before, and now...

     Let's finish this, he thought.

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