Morph didn’t die or get kidnapped
but minded how the Sentinel palmed him,
as if he were some souvenir store
mood stone, before Logan snikt him loose.
Like the cosmic cashier could care less
if you stole.
The attacks subsided. The government
changed. Everyday, most everyone saved.
Logan and Morph, both barely aged.
Juggernauts relented, but something sinister—