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"So, I just had the weirdest day ever." Peter said, crouching on top of Goliath's stone form.

"My closest friend on this godforsaken steak apparent doesn't have a nudity taboo, and some people think I might be taking advantage of her. You're lucky, all you have to deal with is my feet on your back."

Yes, he was basically talking to himself. Yes, he was probably crazy for doing so. But he had already known that much, and at least the hunk of rock beneath him was sentient.

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Sentient and a good perch. These are good qualities in friends, right? Until the friend starts cracking.

. . . no not psychologically. Literally.

"Oh hey, He's waking up." Pete said nonchalantly, before remembering what exactly waking up for Gargoyles entailed. "Oh crap, he's waking up!"

Peter flipped up onto the wall, out of range of the debris that was about to go flying.

The statue rises up, stone exterior shattering and flying every which way as Goliath wakes - for the first time in months - with his customary roar.

His immediate reaction is confusion. He did not go to sleep here. He is not supposed to be here.

"What sorcery is this?"

Better catch him quick, Pete, he looks apt to skip this turret real quick.

"...has anyone ever tried to keep count of how many times you've said that?"

Goliath whips around to stare at Peter.

"Sleep took me in the hospital. What am I doing here? Who are you?"

Beat. Wait, this is Wyvern.

"What are you doing in my castle?"

"Oh come on! First Detective Maza and now you. What do I have to do to have my friends remember me?"

Oh, wait. Angry Goliath. Think, Parker, think. How to get him to not want to kill you.

"Er.....Owen is Puck! Macbeth, despite not being evil like Shakespeare portrayed him, is still kind of a dick. King Artur is a real person! Angela's your biological daughter! You're in love with Elisa but to embarrassed to actually say anything about despite the fact that it's obvious to anyone who's talked to you for at least 30 seconds!"

Elisa! This boy knows -

"Where is Eli -"

What did he just say?

"WHAT?"

Getting a bit of the roar there, Pete. PERSONAL MATTER. BAD IDEA.

"Ooh. Right. Sore spot. Sorry. The point is, relatively speaking, sometime after you were pulled from the timeline, I met you and the rest of the Gargoyles and we became friends."

"Then none of mine is yet your business."

Speaking of his business, what is he doing here, NOT attending to it?

"I don't have time for this. Elisa is injured. I should be by her side."

How's that for too embarrassed, Parker? Goliath turns and leaps off the turret, spreading his wings to slow his fall.

"Uh, Goliath?" He said, leaping off after him. "She's either with GLaDOS, or back in the pods. Haven't seen her for weeks."

"What?"

Goliath lands with a thud.

"You are mistaken. She is in the hospital. Sleep took me outside her door - I should still be there!"

Yet he's not. A sense of dread has begun to gnaw at him.

Peter caught himself with a well-aimed webline. "You've been asleep for around a month. And I don't know how you got frozen for that long, so don't ask me."

Forget dread. This is horrifying.

"A month?"

No. How? Why? But -

"She's gone?"

But she was there. She was awake and alive and he could see her, protect her. Except that he hadn't been able to.

"Yeah. But hey, at least we know she's here on the ship somewhere, isneatd of being left on Earth, so that's something at least." He siad, trying to reassure.

He hears maybe half of what Peter is saying. The rest is drowned out by his sudden rage and grief. She was there. She was with him. He was not alone, and he let her down, and now she is gone.

He is alone again. And perhaps he always will be.

His howl of rage and pain fills the stifling city night. As always, it does little to relieve his anguish.

Peter scratched the back of his head awkwardly/ "Look, I kinda suck at the whole helping people through their problems thing, but you just woke up, I haven't had dinner yet, and food occasionally sorta helps. You wanna get something to eat?"

He doesn't. He really doesn't want to leave his castle.

But as usual, he has woken up ravenous. There's no sun to nourish him here, and he's hungry and cold in a way that has nothing to do with sunlight. He must eat.

. . . and then he must find Kang. His friend protected Elisa when he could not. He owes the draconian a great debt, now.

He exhales a long sigh, and stands.

"Very well."

But a new, distracting matter has presented itself. He turns a much less ferocious - but still, now that he's thinking about it, slightly irked - look on the boy.

"What are you doing in my castle?"

"It's the only place I have left." He replied.

"You've always said that the nature and purpose of a Gargoyle is to proetc, right? Same goes for me. New York was just as much my place to protect as yours, and this is the only piece of it I could find. Figured I'd keep an eye on it for you and make sure nooone got the idea to smash you why you were asleep at the same time."

Goliath's angry look softens. The boy must know him, to say something so well-tailored to his understanding.

He pauses before responding - "I see."

Maybe he should get this kid to re-explain how he knows Goliath. Without mentioning Elisa.

"So, when are you from, anyways?" Peter saked, wanting to figure out how long it was before this Goliath would've met him if the timeline had gone as it should've.

The Hunter's Moon. The morning of its end.

"October. 1996."

"Huh. We wouldn'tve met for a while then. I didn't even get my powers until around half a year after that."

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