Knock Every Door
ARC SIX · BRAND NEW DAY, PART 1. Nobody remembers Zachary Silva. Including his abuela. So he starts over — one stoop at a time.
The spell had worked too well. The cameras were gone. The protesters were gone. The MURDERER chyron was gone. So was every birthday card his abuela had ever signed for him.
"I'm sorry, mijo. Do — do I know you? You have my Carlos's eyes."
"Nah, ma'am. Just a kid from the block. Lemme help you with those groceries."
He stopped a bodega stick-up. He carried an old man up four flights when the elevator died. He rescued a cat off a fire escape and the cat bit him and he laughed for the first time in a month.
"Hi. You bumped my coffee. Do — do I know you? You look at me like you know me."
"Nah. But I'd like to. I'm Zachary. Zachary Silva."
TO BE CONTINUED IN ISSUE #14 — THE THING IN THE SEWER.