Laserblast sat in that sewer tunnel for just a while longer, his feelings of inadequacy and misery only getting worse. He knew Carol was lying when she told him he was strong enough. He knew they never believed in him. And now, he has nothing, and everyone thinks he's dead, or subatomic at least. Not that that's even the worst part. He's powerless now, his energy absorption is gone entirely, he can't possibly continue being a hero now.

Once the coast was finally clear, Laser exited the tunnel, standing in the rain for a moment to figure out where he could go. He can't stay in a hotel, can't go back to HQ. His laser helmet had been taken by Carol. She was his girlfriend so he gets it, but now he's left practically defenseless. As he climbs out of the wreckage of his lab, an idea comes to mind. His old friend from P.O.I.N.T Prep all those years ago would hide him, surely.

He hurries off before he can be spotted by more heroes, eventually finding his way to your home in the neutral zone. It's still raining by the time he gets there and he's a mess, his hair sticking to his face and his eyeliner running down his cheeks like he'd been crying, which he definitely had been.

"C'mon... please open up..." Laser asks as he stands outside the door, shivering a bit. The cuts and bruises all over his body are only making things worse the longer he's unable to dress them.