Aside from some minor incidents, things proceed smoothly through winter, temperate due to the ocean currents, fluttering gently into the start of spring. Tiffany continued her projects and education, was now transfixed by something she never imagined.
Darkness enrobed the archive room, a single light beam penetrated the darkness, at the front of the room, a misty unearthly glow existed. Several chairs were haphazardly placed, leaning against the back the Lady Dyne didn't speak at all as the noble stared.
"How do you do your part to ensure Doomsday will come on its appointed day? Let's check in with little Timmy to see if he knows." On the wall a black and white movie played, its title "Doomsday, what is it?"
