I'm not meant for this world. I don't understand it. Sure I look like I belong, but looks are deceiving. I have a smile as big as Texas. I'm also a fan of M.A.S.K. so read into that what you can. I just don't get it. None of it. I have to return the key to my house I shared with my husband. Well I guess he is now my ex-husband. How in the hell does that happen? I was always scared the marriage would end but I hoped that was just my anxiety, ya know, nothing based in reality. I sort of knew though that it was not going to work. One knows. You just know. It's how it is. I tend to love too much while hoping for someone to love me just as much in return. It's never really worked. I bare my soul, things like secrets and lies are catnip to my anxiety. I have to confront him. I really want to just leave the key in the mailbox. Why not? He won't care. But he has to know. He has to know what he did to me. I'm going to give him a piece of my mind. Before that though, I will do some toy shopping. If only to clear my mind. Yeah. That's it. Totally.
Michael: Oh Alice, yes. She's still in the hospital. I visited her the other day. Her wounds are extensive. So sad and so scary.
David: Yeah. I'm glad you asked me to hang out though. I'm in the mood to buy something fun.
David: I don't get it.
Michael: No ma'am. My carton is busted.
David: Children terrify me.
David: I am too. We were talking a bit much. Sorry.
Michael: I know, I know. I forgot where we are at. No more ding dong talk.
Michael: I wish they had made a movie or toy line from the look of this game. I want a Queen Frostine damn it!
Michael: I know. Life doesn't run on hopes though. However, ya think I could just live in this thing for the rest of my life? It comes with a pink roof and fold out closet. What more do you need?
Later on at Joel's house...
Michael: No, I'm totally good.
Joel: I saw you through the window. You look good. You're working two jobs now? Seems like you've lost some weight.
Joel: No, stay for awhile. I actually wanted to talk to you.
Michael: Actually an apology would be nice. Some sort of accountability but it doesn't matter. I don't want anything from you. Here is your key. I'm done.
Michael: I know. I don't really mind though. I work hard. I pay my bills. I don't have a drinking or drug habit that would drain me of my money.
Mom: Shit. How do I get rid of it? I'm too old to be a teenager.
Mom: I don't know. You have a problem! Start admitting this!
Michael: (screams) I just can't take it anymore! I can't!
???: Hello M.
are at your lowest.
Batman: It's ok.
Michael: No it's not. I really screwed things up. I wrote you out. Our baby girl was destroyed. Our whole happiness was wiped away.Batman: You can write something different.
Michael: How? You know the rules of a story. What's done has been done. I don't know what to do.
Batman: You can go back. It might be a whole new world, but it's your world. They need you.
Michael: Can it just be us? Can we just stay here in my kitchen for an eternity? There's food in the fridge. I've got a cherry chip cake mix in the pantry. I'll make a lasagna.
Batman: No M. You have to go back alone.
Michael: Why? Ya know the X-Men had it right. Working as a team is far better than ever being truly alone.
Batman: Come on, you know you aren't truly alone.
Michael: I feel it. I'm scared. Bruce, what if this is it?
Michael: What if I become the old woman who lived in an attic with her toys? I don't want to be alone.
Michael: Can you hold me?
Michael: Ya know, some would say you're being just a bit too soft right now.
Batman: Oh really? I'm still a bad ass vigilante. It's just different with you.
Michael: I know.
Batman: Now come on. It's time to make a decision.
Batman: It will be very different. You are different. However I know and believe that you will make it right.
Michael: I love you too Bruce...
Miss M will be back!
Can she make both of her worlds right again?
And what will happen to all her friends?
Thank you for taking the time to read and continuing to be a part of the soapy fun. Take care everyone!