Flashback - Pilgrimage
New York City was the best place ever, Vincent Amorason, age 8, mused to himself. He was currently busy with his third slice of pizza, legs swinging back and forth under the table in the questioning room the police had brought him to. He'd been relatively disoriented when he first managed to get himself to the city from Doomstadt. He hadn't quite expected the teleportation spell to work all that well. Yet here he was. It had been a rough few days, since he'd forgotten to pack any money with him, but he was resourcesful if nothing else.
Now, granted, mesmerizing the staff of that restaurant might not have been the best move, and it had gotten him attention from the police. He'd decided it was best not to go violently, and let them take him in. Surely they'd know how to contact the Fantastic Four anyway. A little more Persuasion and he'd been able to have himself accomodated rather comfortably anyway. A nice reclining rolling chair from one of the officer's desks instead of the typical hard-backed one, pizza, and a milkshake.
How long could it take to get Reed Richards on the phone? It had already been half an hour.
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