After having been gone for months, lost in another dimension, Ithil hid herself between two buildings, lost and scared. How was she going to explain her absence to the children she had found months ago? Would they believe her?
Gasping as she sees a blue man, she can’t help but follow him though she feels anxious over the meeting. “E-Excuse me..” she tries, reaching a hand out toward him.
Another day, and still no word about Katelynn – for good or for bad.
Jack had been keeping in touch with her friends, and checking the news fearfully every morning and evening, but it was always the same. To try and distract himself, he was taking the dogs for a walk this afternoon.
It wasn’t working, though. It only reminded him of how he and his beloved used to take them for walks together; all the places they would explore, the photos Katelynn would take, and how they would laugh over the stories later on. Lost as he was in his thoughts, Jack didn’t notice he was being followed until he heard someone speak. “Yes -?”
He froze.
The woman who had approached him was … blue?
And … she had a bald, oversized head?
His first thought was that it had to be the female alternate of Megamind – Jack hadn’t met her personally, but he’d seen her on TV, and they knew some of the same people. But as he looked at the woman more closely, he saw the difference in her features. Whoever she was, she was a stranger.
At his feet, Roxy cocked her head curiously, her expression matching her master’s. Stella, the bolder of the two dogs, trotted up and started sniffing the blue woman intently.
Ithil’s eyes were trained on Jack’s seeing the familiar green that reflected in her own. With his pencil thin mustache and facial structure he reminded her so much of her husband that her eyes misted over slightly.
Had she found him at last?
Walking the streets aimlessly had finally paid off as she took a hesitant step forward. Her mouth wished to speak but it took her several attempts before she could even form words.
“My..My child..?”
Jack’s eyes widened. “Y-your … um …"
For a moment, even his impressive brain couldn’t process that. Unlike many of the other blue people, the artist had almost no memories of his lost home planet. He remembered meeting Vycter, months ago, and how that had triggered a brief image of being placed in his pod as an infant. Now, as he looked at the green-eyed woman more closely …
"I …” Jack gulped. “… I th-think I might be."
As was his habit when he was unsure, he dropped eye contact and looked down at the ground – and saw the bulldog furiously sniffing the woman’s boots. "Stella, hey! Leave her alone!”
Jack Maple 