Re: Midnight Countdown
For his part, Whistler stood a bit back from the assembled group out on the beach. He hadn't really thought of this moment, ringing in the new year. He'd mostly come to be around friends -- though at the beginning of the night he hadn't realized just who they really were -- and while he was happy to realize he wasn't alone in this new world, the Agent still felt separate.
Nostalgic. Wistful. Lonely. It hit as hard as the several bottles of beer he'd braced imself with.