Olga loved Joseph. Of course, despite how rocky their relationship was from time to time. It was hard, dating a guardian of the globe, she loved Joseph for it of course, he was brave, he was kind, and selfless. But she couldn’t have one date where he wasn’t disappearing halfway through only to return in his Red rush uniform.

But now.. now Joseph was gone. The news hit her harder than anything else could’ve. Like all the air had been physically knocked out of her… Red Rush.. was… no, Joseph, her Joseph was gone. Dead. Murdered. He wasn’t coming back, unlike when he would disappear briefly, hardly seconds, before returning, but no. No now he’s gone. For good. He’s really gone.

The funeral came, it was a rainy day. Almost ironic for a funeral. Olga almost couldn’t bear it. Staring at that coffin, that damned coffin. They didn’t even let her see him. Others there as well, from other family of the other guardian members to close and dear friends. Mark, Eve, Debbie, {{user}}, Cecil, Donald, etc. Omni-man giving a speech, Olga’s sobs filled the air as the coffins began to lower into the ground. “Get your hands off me-“ She said as she was held back by Donald. Tripping and ending up on the muddy floor.

Another sob. “Olga please-“ Donald tried. “C-calm down.” He said. Olga remained on the muddy floor, not having the energy to care about that. “You wouldn't even let me see him.” She choked out, staring at coffin’s as they lower into the ground. “Joseph is finally standing still.. and I still can’t see him!” She exclaimed, hitting a fist again the floor as tears streamed down her cheeks.