Billy floated down the street, unaided by any particular antigravity devices. For the moment, anyway. No, all that kept him aloft was the sweetness of frozen yogurt and memories of the person he'd just shared it with. <i>Penny... She's worth billions, trillions of her name...</i>

Even if it was pennies, trillions would be quite a sum. He could be the world with the power <i>that</i> kind of money would bring.

Well, okay, probably not. It couldn't be that much. But it didn't matter, because really... She was priceless. She deserved nothing less than the world. He'd give it to her, and together, they'd rid it of poverty and-

When did that mailbox get there? He came out of his fantasy as he knocked his knee against it, stumbling a few steps and only just catching himself. He straightened to glower at anyone around him, thankful that he was dressed in his civilian clothes. It simply would not do for anyone to see the fearsome Dr. Horrible tripping over postal apparatus. But of course, no one did see the doctor in the apparently distracted man walking casually down the street, and even if they had seen the doctor, even he had to admit no one would see him as <i>fearsome.</i> Not yet.

He'd just have to change their view, wouldn't he? He may not have had the guts to talk to a girl, but he definitely had the guts to storm into a public ceremony wielding a cartoonishly diabolical weapon! Let them mock him then, once he was victorious... He clenched his fist, shaking it at a mother and daughter who happened to be walking in front of him, and losing his smirk quickly to offer a frantic apology before sprinting away. He only went around the next corner, then he stopped, leaning against an alley wall with an irritated frown.

So maybe he had some work to do before he could intimidate anyone. But his time would come.