Meanwhile, on the Cheese Doodle...
Since Indo left, Dorkpool hadn’t been inside her room at all. It felt…wrong, somehow. Like an invasion of privacy or something. And besides, he’d been pretty down in the dumps after he was, well, dumped, and had been thinking more of booze than checking out a room.
So, when he went in there, he wasn’t quite sure what to expect.
To say Indo’s room hadn’t changed at all since she left would be a lie. After all, it was in a starship that was just blasted out of the sky. So it was expected that it’d be a bit of a wreck.
However, outside everything that wasn’t nailed down being thrown around, it wasn’t really that different.
Dorkpool just took this in from the doorway. He hadn’t entered the room yet. Was it fear preventing him from doing so? Pain? Was it perhaps finding the real reason she left, and being hurt by it?
Stop being a pussy, he told himself. Dorkpool took a deep breath, and walked it.
As he took slow and careful steps throughout the room, he stepped on something. Stepping back, he looked down and saw it was a picture. He bent down, picked it up, and examined it closer.
It was a picture of him and Indo. The lower part of his mask was folded up, showing his mouth. Indo was hugging him, and kissing his exposed cheek, while he was obviously laughing.
He remembered where it was from. One of their earlier dates, a little before he got the Cheese Doodle. A simpler time. A happier time.
He wasn’t surprised that the tears came, but he didn’t welcome them.
Stop crying, he told himself. You’re stronger than this. You just came here to say your goodbyes. Sure, to a room, but still. Hold it in, you pussy.
It took a few minutes, but the tears soon stopped. He wasn't quite sure whether it was because he wanted them to end then or because he needed them to end then. Dorkpool put the picture in one of the pouches on his belt, and considered leaving. But he decided against it. He wasn’t leaving. Not yet.
Dorkpool walked to the closet, opened it, and was greeted an avalanche of black clothing. He was kind of reminded of when he saw her again on the Cheese Doodle over a year ago.
No. Stop it. He told himself.
He crawled out of the mountain of hoodies and black pants, and saw, in the closet, a box. He walked over, and took the box.
It was a simple box. The most notable thing about it was that the word “Memories” was written on it. He decided to open it.
There were multiple pictures in it. Pictures of her and him, pictures of her, and…
Wait, who were these people?
There was Indo and some girl who looked a bit like her. They were both pretty young, and had vein-like lines on their bodies (Indo’s was red, the other girl’s was blue), but Dorkpool could tell it was her.
There was also a picture of her and some folks in costumes. They looked almost like superheroes. One had a whole spider motif going, another looked kind of like a “girly girl,” someone else had a green and black costume, another had a swashbuckler look, and one was orange and alien looking. Those were those who he didn’t quite recognize. One person, a nerdy looking fellow, looked a bit familiar, but he couldn’t place it. And there was Indo, with those red lines.
The whole group was standing around, smiling and looking happy. On the bottom of the picture were the words “Other Heroes.”
Dorkpool was very confused. Indo had never mentioned these people before. Did they have something to do with her leaving? And these Other Heroes, were they superheroes or something? And what happened to them?
He put those pictures in a belt pouch, and walked out.
However, standing in the doorframe, he looked back, and whispered, “Goodbye.”
Then he left.