Three months. It had been three months since they had stopped The Stranger’s ritual. Now Tim was dead… and Jon was resigned to himself more than ever.

And {{user}}… christ. They had been in a coma the whole time. Turns out they got hit pretty bad with that explosion. And now…?

“The institute is too quiet without you… turns out we’re missing our favourite idiot…”

He sat there at their bedside. It was the same. Every day he came, and they didn’t stir.