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Johnny had been exiled to the Void long enough to accept that it was permanent. Sure, they continued to fight back against Cassandra because that was what heroes did. They didn't know any other way. But he'd accepted that it was a matter of time before he caught a bad run of luck and bit it, and it didn't even matter much at this point. This wasn't his world. There was nobody to miss him except the other rebels, and they typically had bigger problems. In a place that was essentially the garbage dump of the universe, dying didn't matter because nothing they did mattered. Nothing ever changed here. It had been a wasteland long before Johnny got there, and it would continue to be a wasteland long after he was gone. Acceptance was recognizing that there was no way back, and that his friends were never coming to get him. They probably didn't even know he was gone.
The only thing that counted anymore was trying to help the other people here. It had taken being erased from his life to show Johnny what it really meant to be a hero. There was nothing in this for him, no money or fame, no cheering crowds, not even the adrenaline rush he used to live for. He helped people now because it was the only thing left to do, and because it might spare them a little bit of pain, but he didn't kid himself that he could really save them either. On a long enough timeline, they were all Cassandra's victims or food for Alioth.
When it wasn't his turn on patrols or raids, he spent his time working on the derelict Fantasti-Car. He'd been an excellent mechanic in another life, and in his world, he would have had it fixed several times over by now. In this one, he lacked parts and machinery, and so he was forced to be creative and come up with work-arounds with the scant resources he had on hand. Most of them didn't work. He didn't think it would make a difference even if he could get it running again. It was just a way to pass the time, a small thing to remind him of home.
He was half-contorted under the engine, and he swore when the metal bit into his knuckles for the nth time, finally crawling out from under it. "My kingdom for a decent socket set. Y'know, like the really good stainless steel ones… I think I miss them even more than my phone." His top ten list of things he missed the most from the real world shifted constantly depending on how hungry or helpless or injured he was. There were never any people on it, though. That list was too painful to contemplate.















