I am thrown back in time, to the day of Tony's party. When it all started.
The party's still in full swing, and I grab a cocktail and get to fitting in.
Fitting in, to me at least, includes flirting with, and pickpocketing, some asshole business men (and just flirting with their wives).
I sip on the drink all night, until I get the signal from home base to get going. I focus on the kitchen, and all the noise in the room. Pushing out as hard as I can with the sound waves, the room explodes. I continue drinking.
I (The younger me) walk up to myself ( the now me) and just kind of glares. Creep. I grab the knife from my garter, preparing to get stabby. Kandyce runs up to her and screams.
"Maddie!" I hear her yell, pulling younger me back. She pulls "me" all the way down to the clinic. I remember that.
I follow them discreetly, holding the noise back from "my" ears. "My" arm is clearly broken, the bones even sticking out. Ouch. I remember that.
I know how painful that is. I was there. But it's worth it. It's so so worth it.
I'm going to save the world, I think, as I'm pulled back up by Bruce.
