How should I begin?. I find myself residing. At the dried out end of a dead history.. All my thoughts are dirt. Scattered on a coffin,. And I a dilettante funereal spectator here..
You wouldn't know it to look at me,. but I'm a superhero. I've got x-ray vision and everything. My frail frame belies my strength. I can lift tall buildings.
it starts with a call, a call from his mother.. sophia says "come quick, MacGyver's been hurt.. he was just on his way home from saving the world again,.