After being sent back, Bart had made avoiding Lana his new official pastime, and although he hadn’t enjoyed it, he’d kept it up over the years. Ignoring the fact that she existed there wasn’t as simple as it might have sounded, but being that she didn’t know him well and that she wasn’t the same as the person who he used to know, made his hobby run a lot smoother. If she came around, which she rarely did, he could sit in the corner or make up an excuse to leave the building. Nobody ever questioned him. They had no reason to.
She was warmer and younger than her counterpart, who had last been seen seven months prior to today. He put his arms around her after she threw herself at him and for the first time during his fifteen minutes of being here, Bart could honestly say that he was happy to be back.
Sure, things here were weird and all wrong and he was a fictional character who could be looked up on the internet.
But on the plus side, there was the Lana who had kissed him when he was eighteen.
“I haven’t been away that long, not for you guys. What, it’s been like, two days?”