Wednesday- Oh, ha ha ha ha. Oh, no ones called me that for a while now. Not since my crime fighting days, anyways.
Alex- Huh?
Wednesday- Well yeah. That was my alias as it were. But of course I had to give that up once Chant issued his zero tolerance for vigilantes. So are you my six'o'clock?
Alex-What?
Wednesday- You signed up for a session right?
Alex- Umm.. Oh! Yes, a session. Of course. Name's Centurian.
Wednesday- Nice to meet you, Centurian. Well then lets get started.
Alex- Wait a second. I have to know something first. Who was that girl that answered the door before? Sister? Landlord? Maid? Secretary?......... Booty call?
Wednesday- Hahaha. Her? Well she's my wife of course.
Alex's mouth hangs open in shock as he freezes at the sound of the word wife coming out of Wednesday's mouth.
From the kitchen- Dinners ready!
Wednesday- Oh darn. Well, how would you like to stay for supper? We can talk while we eat.
Regaining himself Alex nods his head a little still unable to speak.
Once they all get sat down with their plates Wednesdays wife has everyone bow their heads for prayer.
Alex whispers to himself- This is creepy....
After the prayer they dig in.
Wednesday- So I'm surprised you've actually heard of my crimefighting days, Centurian was it? I was pretty small time.
Alex- Oh you can just call me Alex. I guess being a local hero I just remember you a little more. So why'd you ever stop?
Wednesday- Well-
Wife- Elbows off the table honey.
Wednesday- Ooo! Right, sorry about that dear.
Well anyways, like I said, I had to stop about two years ago when Chant made his big decree. But I'm actually glad he did. It gave me some time to slow down in life. Focus on what was important. I finished up school and got my job as a meta human psychologist. I guess being a meta myself gave me a bit of an inside perspective to interpreting other meta human minds. In fact that's how I met the wife here. I was on assignment at that big superhero convention about a year ago, saw her and it was love at first sight. Been together ever since.
Alex- That's amazing!
Wednesday- Yeah back in the day, there's no way you could have ever settled me down. I was crazy jumping from woman to woman. And you wanna know what the funny thing was about the Convention? The entire thing turned out to be a huge scam. Chant was behind it all. He said the Convention itself was to bring in any uncooperative superheroes he hadn't already captured. Then he used all the charity proceeds to buy some missiles from Chantina and Doesntreallyexistia and that it was to prevent some kinda war from the two countries, but who really knows? All I care about is that it brought her and I together forever.
Anyways that's enough about me. So why are you here seeing a psychologist?
Alex- Umm... actually I've got something pretty big to tell you. I'm not really here for one of your sessions. I'm not one of your patients.
Wednesday- Well I don't understand... Then why are you here?
Alex- I'm here through some blind luck. But you. You're here because Chant has somehow tampered with time. You really belong to a small time superhero team known as the JLR.
Suddenly a huge grin grows over Wednesday's face.
Wife- Well that's just crazy. Wednesday belongs here with his family. Not on some super hero team. Tell him honey.
Wednesday shakes off the smile- Oh. Umm, yes of course. That's simply ridiculous.
Alex- Please Mrs. Perkins. I'm telling the truth. That's why I came here to see you, Wednesday. I need yours and everyone else's help to take down Chant and fix time.
Wife- Well, now I think it's kind of obvious as to why someone needs to be seeing the psychologist...
Wednesday- Actually honey, I think I do sorta believe him.
Wife- WHAT!
Wednesday- Noth- nothing. Just kidding dear, I swear.
Alex- I'm serious. I can't do it without you. Wouldn't you like to break out those old tights and help save the world one more time?
Wednesday's eyes glisten. His wife's however grow dark and fierce.
Wednesday breaks from his stare and looks from his wife to Alex.
Wednesday- Look kid I'm, uh, I'm sorry but I can't help you, okay. I can lend you my car or something but I really think it would be best if you just left. Right now, alright.
Wednesday clenches his teeth and shakes his head silently to urge him to go.
Alex looks around the table. The wife's hands are clutched tightly onto the table. He can hear the groaning of the stress on the wood. Her breathing is hard and unsteady.
Alex- Yeah I think you might be right....
