Chapter two:
Smiling, Molly appreciated the elderly gentleman's sentiments. Prior Service men and women may not get treated as as badly as they used to after Vietnam, but in a city like New York City it's a bit rarer to find someone who is grateful for the sacrifices that people like Molly have made in service to the country.
The odd duo made small talk for a while. Soon it was time for Molly's turn in line. However, before she could go to her idol she was stopped by Jack.
Wait a bit, been meaning to ask you. What's so important about that Spawn comic book you have? You seem to treasure it. But from what we've been talking about it doesn't seem like you particularly care about Spawn that much. Jack asked, looking at the comic held carefully in Molly's hand.
Oh, this? Molly brings the 72nd issue up. Yeah, I don't care much about Spawn. God and Satan are one thing, but Spawn... I don't like much, and those comic books are cringe and not worth reading. This one is special though. Molly said.
Oh? Jack quirk's up an eyebrow. And why's that? He asked.
Molly gets an excited look on her face. Because, this is one of the few times we meet the Mother of Existence the Creator and you don't hear much about her the focus is more on earth and it's protector's. I figured there must be more to her, so I wanted to ask Stan Lee about her while also asking him to sign the page where Spawn meets her and becomes the new God. I know this incarnation of the character is more an homage to Jack Kirby, but it still seems appropriate, you know? Said Molly.
Jack frowns a bit. What more to the character do you need? She's omniscient, omnipresent,, and omnipotent. It's kind of hard to really put a finger on that sort of thing don't you think? Even worse to have a story surrounding him or her. Replied Jack.
Well, uh, it's just there isn't a character in the Marvel Universe that doesn't have a story and I wish I could experience her's. Heck, a being like that inside the Marvel Universe. I wish I could be the Mother of Existence. Molly looks back at the line. Ah, sorry, Jack, I need to go, it's my turn! Molly said.
As Molly scampers off giddily, Jack laughs at his young friends antics. Indeed, it just might be. Jack said to himself.
At this his eyes seem to glow for a split second before being replaced by his normal look. After a few minutes, he walks towards Molly, who's standing in front of Jack's best friend and colleague.
Jack places his gloved hand on Molly's shoulder as she gets her comic book back from Stan Lee, and before he can ask his question, Stan Lee says, this one?
Molly looks at her new customed friend curiosity. Does Jack know Mr. Lee?
Stan Lee looks up surprised. He takes his trademark aviator sunglasses off and points them at Molly. You sure Jack? Asked Stan Lee. Jack nods and Stan Lee shrugs. Alright, but you will have to explain it to her. Stan Lee takes out a pencil from his pocket, a worn out, dirty, chewed up pencil. He then reaches under the table and brings up a blank sheet of paper. As he places it on the table, the whole convention center seems to quiet as if someone is turning the volume dial down on a stereo. Once the paper hits the table, it's eerily silent. Molly starts to panic a bit. Just what is going on? The only thing Molly can hear is hers, Jack's, and Stan Lee's breathing. As the elderly celebrity drops his old pencil down onto the page, and a word escapes his lips.
Excelsior!
Molly's consciousness fades to black as her body turns into motes of light until it disappears entirely.
Thanks Stan, as always, Jack Kirby says as he walks away and fades into nothingness.
See you in a few years, Jack. Says Stan Lee, and life returns to the convention hall.