The Fortress of Solitude

M (Also known as Dr.T, praise be unto him) reaches the summit of the small hill of ice and looks stoically at the dim distance. His Insignificant aide (Ia), meanwhile, struggles his way up the last few steps, his bones frozen by the arctic chill. The frozen wind howls past them as they stand on the summit, surveying the dim outline of the mountain that towers above the icy plain, obscured by the snow whipped up by the winds from the north.

Ia: What is it sire, what do you see with your minds eye?

M: --

A large chunk of ice breaks off underneath their feet and tumbles into the abyss below.

Solitude. M is lost to the universe. He breaks ties with all he knew to fly away into nothingness. A bitter sadness grips his heart, thick as honey. He feels himself fall, but there is no wind on his face. A blinding flash, and he finds himself walking the earth again. A new lease; one more chance to ruin everything.