"Have you guys lost your minds?" a familiar voice echoes in the nothingness.
Mick turned around, “Who the heck are you?”
“I’m that guy, sorta.” he mentioned, pointing towards Prometheus. “Long story, only about 3 of us remember it.”
“Okay…” Mick replied, getting an even bigger headache.
“Gooz? I thought you were destroyed 2 universes ago?”
Gooz approached Prometheus and shook his hand.
“I was, than recreated a couple of times, now I think my son is leading a team in another mixed universe that might be on hold within this one or could even be a universe that Mick has yet to create or might even create after this one. I’m not sure really, but I think we’re all pretty confused about this.”
“I’ve missed you trying to piece things together, Gooz.”
Gooz shrugs and turns toward Grimm, “Hey dude.”
Grimm turns away from the black and silver clad hero.
“Oh yeah, I forgot, you’re still giving me the silent treatment.” Gooz turns to Mick, “Dude, when creating the new universe-“
“Gooz, wait a second, we can’t tell him what to create.” Prometheus cut in.
“No, I’m not. Just giving him a friendly suggestion.”
“Isn’t that the same thing.” Gooz turns toward Grimm, “Back me up here G.”
Grimm simply looks at his big hammer and ignores Gooz.
“If Rypta was here, I’d have some back up.” Gooz muttered to himself.
Prometheus hit himself on the head, “Is anyone else going to show up?”
