Terry wished all this was a dream. That he'd wake up one day and be at home in 2023 snug in his own bed. That the Apocalypse wasn't at his doorstep and out of his hands. He'd aligned himself with the JLA, but now Diana was missing. As if they needed more issues. But they had them..and wishing wasn't going to fix them. Even wishes were dangerous.
He'd learned mostly to keep them to himself, if she couldn't see them, they couldn't be granted. To him, this was becoming routine. Crossing through the Financial District to return to the Hyperion. Thanks to Max he was adjusting even though most of it hadn't been easily done. He was just like them, checking his phone as he brushed past unfamiliar faces.
Mind elsewhere Terry took another step forward that ended in disaster. He ran straight into Dana and his phone fell to the pavement where it broke into two pieces.