"IT WON'T WORK!" He takes a step back, then turns around, gesticulating with both arms. "Time WILL NOT SUSTAIN your future! The ONLY THING that hat could come up with was some kinda crazy guess-"
"That's not-"
"-about taking you-"
"-what they told me."
"-out of time. And of course they didn't tell you, you're an Orange Lantern." He pulls out a scroll bearing Jade's seal. "Here."
I hesitate for a moment, then take it from him and open it.
"Hello? Is there someone else in here?"
Oh… This was really the best we could..?
I feel Truggs pat me on the right shoulder as I stare at the letter. "The hat thought it was the only chance you got."
"I just…" Well. What is there to say? "I suppose there really isn't any choice. It was just… Wishful thinking."
Truggs shrugs. "I don't know you, but the other guy was a real terrier when it came to things like this. If you're him-."
"Hello?" Mr Lao comes around the corner and spots us. He starts slightly, but I can practically see the moment he decides that men who have been buried alive can't be choosers. "Were you part of the digging team?"
Temporal aperture detected.
"Mr Lao, I'm very sorry." I attach a filament to Mr Truggs and transition us both to Savage's time portal.
"Who-?"
Disintegrate.
The orange energy bolt hits him in the centre of his chest and spreads outwards, destroying every cell of his body as it does so. That won't guarantee that he's dead permanently, but if throwing him into the sun worked for my Savage I imagine that it will work for now.
The Truggs and I walk through the portal.
Ring, time and date?
19th October
09:12 GMT -6
"You are not Savage."
Truggs immediately goes over to the machine's control system and begins pressing buttons. I just look up at the purple robed figure staring down at me.
"I'm not."
"He failed, then. Just as I remember it."
"You've probably cost me everything. Even if this was the only way…"
"It was." The figure reaches into his robes and pulls out a duplicate-. No, the same scroll as the one I'm still carrying. "And I assure you, I hate it just as much as you do." Then he pushes back his hood and I'm not surprised by who I see. "I suppose we're our own worst enemy." He looks away from me. "Mister Truggs, you'll need the chronal suspension system."