Previously: Twain escaped with the cup and the mask, leaving Digger stranded and powerless in a strange city. And now…
Digger sat on the curb outside the motelâ€™s office. He tried to ignore the irritated glare of the motelâ€™s balding manager. Digger didnâ€™t know his nationality–maybe Persian, maybe Pakistani or Indian or Turkish or whatever. The only thing he knew for sure was that if he guessed, he would guess wrong and piss the guy off even more than he already was, what with the long-distance calls and everything.
Which made no sense, because heâ€™d reversed the charges, so the guy wasnâ€™t out any money. But for some people, profit missed was money lost.
When Digger had first found the door locked, heâ€™d immediately tried the door again, but it appeared the door wasnâ€™t simply messing with him. It had shut and locked behind him at some point after he had run out in pursuit of Twain. He checked his pockets, but the room key wasnâ€™t in them. He was pretty sure he remembered setting it on the dresser by the TV. He slammed his shoulder against the door once, but the door was pretty solid. More solid than his shoulder, at least.
He limped down the stairs and headed to the office, where heâ€™d found the manager. Heâ€™d tried unsuccessfully for what seemed twenty minutes, but was probably closer to five, to get the guy to open up the room for him. Problem was, Twain had done all the room booking. The guy had never even seen Digger before, and sensed that he was being played somehow. So he had refused to open up the room.
[blockquote type=”blockquote_quotes” align=”left”]What had his powers ever really done for him? At worst, they seemed to be some kind of danger magnet…[/blockquote]So Digger had spent another chunk of time–brief, but stil too long–convincing the guy to let him use the phone. And not having his own phone in his pocket–it having disappeared to an alternate dimension along with his clothes, wallet and superpowers–heâ€™d had to use directory assistance to call Jill collect at the Travelerâ€™s Tavern and ask her to get in touch with Davey Lopez. He wasnâ€™t sure exactly what he hoped Davey would do, but Davey was his best bet to get money fast.
And now it was just down to waiting and figuring out his next move. Which on the one hand was a no-brainer: Twain had the mask, and Digger needed the mask to get his identity back. But did Digger really want his old identity back?
What had his powers ever really done for him? At worst, they seemed to be some kind of danger magnet, sucking him into all kinds of peril. Even if they werenâ€™t attracting trouble, people certainly turned to him to solve it once it arrived. It was almost physically impossible to be super and live a peaceful life. Did he really want to go back to that? Wouldnâ€™t it just be better to go back to being plain old Mason Ryan, normal guy with a normal life?
Which is when the gust of wind came out of nowhere, and a familiar voice said, â€œDude, what the hell happened to you?â€
Who is this? Find out tomorrow in our next exciting episode!
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