“Hi, honey! I'm building the wall,
just like you asked!”
“Good. About time.”
“How was your day?”
“Lousy. Are you going to finish it
tonight?”
“Well, maybe.”
“Then keep working.”
“All righty. Honey, I've been
thinking. When we got married I was prepared to really make this
relationship work. And it has worked, these past three years have
been great and all, and we've made a lot of progress on the rough
spots, and your mood swings are a lot better, your conspiracy
theories are much more plausible, and you really might be onto
something with the shielding of energy waves in the living room,
but... I miss the old days. I miss the team. I feel like I'm letting
my training and abilities go to waste. I feel like, if I have the
power to fight tyranny and injustice, shouldn't I be doing so? So I
thought... Honey? Honey? Oh, she went into the kitchen. That's all
right. I'll tell her later. Unless... No. I have to tell her. I can't
just pack up my things in the middle of the night and leave this
insane...”
“What did you say?”
“Nothing!”
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