Back in New Zealand

Billy relaxed in the lounge chair on the porch of his hotel room, glad to be back.

He was also glad to be from a world where, his father might be psychotic, but at least wasn't a whiny putz. And where Serpentor wouldn't call anyone 'My Lord', no matter who or what they were.

Here he had enemies he could be proud of. Though he did find himself wondering how things would turn out in that other world.

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