I’m looking for someone.
A childhood superhero of sorts. Maybe he wears the cape and mask and all.
I don’t know.
My memory is fuzzy, at best, and I’m not sure how I ended up here. Or where I was before this.
All I know is I am here,
looking for someone.
He’s supposed to have actual superpowers. Like, he can control gravity or something. Bend light and warp time.
Or so they claim.
I don’t know if I buy into all that, but I suppose he’s all I got right now.
Because, more importantly, this man’s got some secrets. Secrets I am keen on finding out.
This man is supposed to show me who I am.
So that’s why I came here, to Oakland.
To find him. To find myself.
They call him Kid Wonder.