Running
Wendi hadn't stopped running since she'd fled the scene of Mickey's murder. She had no destination in mind, she just needed to run, run as far away as she could.
Somewhere in that running, her hour ran out. She skidded violently out of the Speed Force, retaining her friction aura just enough to protect her from the impact with the rough sand of the desert. She pushed herself to her feet, coughing sand, and in the distance, saw pyramids.
God, what the heck was I doing, running like that? I just... Mickey... I couldn't... that kind of thing doesn't... we're the good guys...
She was unsteady on her feet and sat down again.
"Yeah, messed that one up good, Wendi."
She turned her hourglass over. She could probably call someone on the JSA comm to come get her, but she was probably better off just waiting until she could run again.
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