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“Where would I go?” That’s a good question. It’s a big, bad wide world out there and particularly tough for someone with no family, no friends and no visible means of support. Hell, where would any of us go? Suddenly I notice a mark on the back of Ebony’s hand. It’s a burn. “What happened to your hand?” I examine it. “Was that from the blast?” She nods. “It’s okay.”
― Darrell Pitt, Diary of a Teenage Superhero

“I give her a slight smile and she nods slightly. I’m not sure what to say to her. We’ve been through a lot together in a short time, but I barely know her. I consider trying to act cool, but end up with dorky instead. I hold out a hand. “Hi. I’m Axel.” She looks at me as if I’m slightly mad. Maybe I am. “Uh, yeah, I’m Ebony.” She seems stuck for words. “We’ve already met. Did you hit your head or -.” “No, I’m just kidding around.” Well, that exchange has worked just fine. Now she thinks I’m a crazy person. Yep, I’m a real ladies man. No doubt about that. I’m beginning to suspect I had as little success in my pre-hero life as I do now.”
― Darrell Pitt, Diary of a Teenage Superhero