by Grimm
Dawn, in the sleepy island nation of La Perdita, at the apartment complex serving as the headquarters of MBL Consulting:
Turkish Stringfellow stood at the edge of the roof of the building and looked out over the city as the sun began to rise. Turkish's robe flapped to and fro lightly in the morning breeze. Occasionally, Turkish's thoughts turned toward the area where he arrived on this island. He felt there was some significance there but could not say what it was. He continued watching the sunrise.
Mick Harrison and Shirley Francis laid next to each other in bed dreaming similar dreams of a life together. Only, in Mick's dreams, some of the colors were wrong, and there were a lot more cows.
Tobias Christopher dreamt of a world that could almost, but not quite, keep up with his speed, a comic-book-like world filled with superscience, where he and his son fought crime side-by-side, faster than light. Li'l Jo, his cat, was curled up next to his legs.
Danny Hearn, perhaps sparked by his time visions in the Castle of Crossed Destinies, dreamt of his life in the year 2083. There were no animal powers, no Hal, and no weird threats to his life. But oddly, his new friends were around to share his life, even those who were missing, like Edulcore "The Eurostar" Cicciotto, Pete "the Chimp" Glover, and Naecken.
Kristofer Schanz, also known as Chance, had gone directly to his room upon returning and had cleaned himself up and sat out his next day's clothes. He couldn't wait to see his beloved Shirley. How lucky, he thought, that he had chosen correctly and been returned to his own timeline.
The ghostly Pete Glover snored loudly (for a ghost), lying on top of a pile of garbage cans outside the building.
Lance Lorenzo dreamed of a time-hopping superteam that never existed, of his lost love Donna, and their dog, Fluffy, who could now talk.
Dirk Bell, an early riser thanks to his upbringing, rummaged through the kitchen in search of something to eat despite his injuries. His auburn hair was unkempt, and he wore only an old T-shirt with the logo, "I don't think I'm better than everyone else, I just think I'm better than you," on the front, and a pair of smiley face boxer shorts.
Sam Dawson had passed out on the couch in front of the TV set. His only thoughts right now, awake or asleep, were of Michelle Campbell.
Although Grimm did not physically tire, he found that his mind still needed sleep to function properly. And the adventure in the Castle had taken quite a toll. The dream had come again. It was coming more frequently now. A dark, unearthly garden, with plants unknown to mortal man, and the dark mistress of that garden with her skeletal servants, a promise of a life unknown on her bright red lips.
The morning paper sat on the front doorstep. Upon the front of the newspaper was emblazoned a headline in bold, which read the following:
PARADE TODAY! LA PERDITA'S PSI-UNIT GUESTS OF HONOR