New York, 1952
"Michael, Michael!" Edward Wilson's urgent voice broke through the air, pulling Michael's attention away from his thoughts.
"Father, I'm sorry," Michael stuttered, his body freezing against his will. "I messed up."
As Michael's body froze, his mind raced with thoughts of unfinished business, but a strange calm washed over him. " "I leave the rest to you," he managed to utter before the frozen completely enveloped all over his body
As Michael's body froze, a familiar voice echoed in his mind, counting down the moments until he was completely frozen "Host, you will be frozen completely in 3... 2... 1... complete full frozen."
As Michael stood frozen, unable to move or respond, all he could do was listen to the shouting of his father's anguished cries echoing through the streets of New York. Before closing his eyes.
These phrases, "with great power comes great responsibility," took on a whole new meaning for me after this incident.
The epilogue teased a fresh start, but Michael's future remained uncertain. What twists and turns await him on this journey?