Supernova

Previously

…Jack took the card, his fingers brushing against Thorne’s. The doctor’s skin was cool, almost unnaturally so. As Jack walked towards the exit, the hum of the laboratory seemed to follow him, a low, persistent thrum that echoed the turmoil in his own mind. He stepped out of the sterile environment and back into the familiar, smog-tinged air of the city, the weight of Thorne’s offer settling upon him like a shroud. He had been given a choice, a crossroads, and the path ahead was shrouded in shadows, illuminated only by the faint, unsettling glow of cosmic power.