Nikolai's Room at the Arms Hotel, Monday Morning

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Sunday night, Kathy and Nikolai had gone to bed a happily--and, uhh, enthusiastically--married couple who had been together for twenty years at that point. They had survived a zombie apocalypse, the death of almost everyone they had known and loved, an old enemy of Nick's who could control the undead, a man who could control minds by use of a code phrase, and a bunch of other really weird stuff in that time. They knew one another in and out, up and down, and there was no question in either of their minds that they belonged together.

This was not true of the Kathy and Nick who would be waking up together. Twenty years and multiple catastrophes younger, they couldn't be called strangers, but they weren't yet entirely friends, either. Allies, was a good word for it, perhaps even partners, on those nights when one or the other of them ended up on the opposite coast and decided to go out for a night of costumed vigilante justice. Even patching Nick up after a bullet wound didn't really prepare either of them for the morning after a weekend like that.

Add that to the already fading memories of said zombie apocalypse and that resulted in a Kathy whose state up mind upon awakening could be summed up as something along the lines of oh god oh god oh god oh god.

Good times.

[For the guy mentioned please and SP!]

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Kathy's brow furrowed. "I don't...I don't remember mentioning Dragon much," she said, looking worried. "I know we talked about him a bit when we were telling Eliot, Parker, and Hardison about everything. But the rest of the weekend? When we were talking about our current life? We didn't mention Mighty Dragon or Regenerator."

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"I don't remember the Ape, either," Nick sighed. "Cairax... maybe. Something about... something."

He frowned.

"That was super helpful. Great."

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"So..." Kathy was trying to think of reasons why they might only be mentioning new heroes and not the ones they already knew. "Maybe we weren't the only group of survivors?" she suggested. "And so we split up the heroes to keep each group safe?"

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"That... is a shitload more optimistic than what I was thinking," Nick admitted, biting the inside of his cheek. "It leaves humans as an endangered species, I mean. And there are a lot more of them than there are of us."

After a pause, he offered a slightly less pessimistic option.

"... Of course, if there's nobody left, maybe we just don't have any reason to bother with secret identities all that much."

With the once-again-pessimistic reasoning of... who would they be protecting if all their loved ones were dead anyway?

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"It's not like the zombies care whether they eat us as heroes or as civilians," Kathy admitted, gloomily. "And...yeah. I know that option isn't likely. Odds are, we're not mentioning them because they're dead. But...until we start planning for real, I'd rather keep at least hoping it's something less bleak, regardless of how likely that is."