[ WP ] You are a member of a superhero team . You 've just frozen time seconds before your entire squad gets killed , and there is nothing you can do to change that .

The five stages of grief are; denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. It took me a while to get to the first one; I've always been optimistic and we've always been able to get out of any situation that's been thrown at us. But it's not us right now; it's just me, and I was never the tactician. 
 
 Denial was probably the hardest part, oddly. There had to be a way to save them, while not sacrificing the victory we'd worked so hard to achieve. I spent a countless amount of time staring at the machine, trying to understand the failsafes, trying to work out the correct sequence of inputs to halt the wormhole. I ca n't affect anything while I'm using my power, but I can prepare for the instant when I let go of the moment. But the longer I stared and the more I understood, the more I realised that the process was too far gone; I could shut down the machine but they were too close to the centre of it. 
 
 There was no way to save them. 
 
 That was when anger started to set in. I was a fucking superhero; there had to be something that I could do! I paced around and around, trapped in a silent world with nothing but my own increasing desperation. I do n't know when I started roaring at the world; screaming at the sheer injustice of it all, but eventually my voice died out and I found myself on my knees, stuck in the middle of this tableau of misery. 
 
 Bargaining was next. Maybe if I sacrificed myself somehow, maybe that would save them? What if I just was n't trying hard enough? Maybe if I concentrated for long enough, maybe I could make time creep back, second by second. I just had to try harder; just had to do this one thing to save them all. 
 
 When that did n't work, I thought that maybe I just needed to think, to be smart about this. Every puzzle has a solution, it's just a matter of time. I have all the time in the world. Quite literally. 
 
 I do n't know how much time has passed. It's difficult to track it when I use my power like this; everything stops except me. The Engineer was going to try and make me a watch that would withstand my power, but now he was frozen in time before me, his expression a grimace of agony as he was pulled back towards the event horizon of the wormhole. Did he still feel pain like this? God, I hope not. 
 
 I guess I'm in depression now. I have no ideas left; I do n't know what to do. The General was always the one in charge; if he was here right now, he would know what to do. God, if any of them were here right now, they would know what to do. Any of them except me. I've never been as strong as them, and though they never intentionally put me down, I've always felt out of place. The Engineer can put together ridiculous machines out of nothing; The General is so strong and so fast and so smart that it's embarrassing to the rest of us. And then there's the Siren. I look up at her; I do n't know when I ended up on the floor. God, I'm so sorry. She was always so nice to me, always so accepting, so happy to see me, even when I messed everything up. I think I love her. Or loved her. How do you describe something trapped in the flux between existence and annihilation? 
 
 I do n't know what to do. They're all going to die and there's nothing I can do. As long as I hold them here, they're still alive; there's still a chance that I can do something; anything. I do n't know how long I've been here; how much time should have passed if I had n't grabbed hold of this moment and held it tight. It's like being trapped in a photograph, surrounded by inescapable horror on all sides, and completely unable to do anything about it. I know what I should do; I need to let time continue, but I ca n't. I'm not ready to let them go. I do n't know when I'll be ready; maybe in a moment, maybe in a thousand moments, maybe never at all. Will I ever get to acceptance? Some people never do. 
 
 Mike, Pete, Sarah. I'm so sorry. I wo n't let you go. I wo n't ever let you go.
