Isolate (Superhero Black Hole, Pt. 127)

Zowie grabbed some sort of iPad-like device and apparently told it to get us some Cokes, because a few seconds later a brief tone sounded in the back of the room and she got up to get us some.

"So what do we do now?" I asked.

"Sit and wait," Zowie replied. "I'm sure you're well aware that only Latrodecta can travel any real distance into the future without any real problems—at least, of the individuals _we're_ concerned with."

"Um," said Zoe, biting her lip and pointing at me, "aren't you forgetting somebody?"

"I can't jump farther than a minute and it sends me into a hypoglycemic fugue," I retorted.

"Wonderful." Zoe shifted to her side. "So what all is there to do in this place?"

"This complex actually has quite a few amenities," Zowie explained. "However, it's appropriate you bring this up now—I think we've got something here _you_"—she added, pointing at me—"will enjoy."

A familiar voice from my past greeted me in a language I hadn't spoken in centuries.

"ཁྱེད་ཪང་བདེ་པོ་ཡིན་པས། " he asked.