"What the ********?" he groaned. Why was it so ******** sunny out? The blue-haired teen tugged down the hood of his sweatshirt to shield his eyes from the harsh sun glaring in through the bus window. His head was screaming as the effects of a hangover started to overcome him and block any chance of falling back to sleep. Not that he had much time left on the trip - Destiny City was less than a mile away. He groaned again. Time to come home.

A lot had changed since he left the city several months back, and his return to the city was rather fitting to when he left. He never actually really intended to leave, but his drunken a** founds its way onto a Greyhound bus several months back, and the next thing he knew he was in goddamn New York City with no cash, no wallet, and a dead cell phone. He had lived on the streets before, so managed to find a way to get some cash back - hell, he was coming back to Destiny City with a lot of money - far more money than he had when he left - but that was its own saga full of legal battles, reckless behavior, romance, sex, and power - boring stuff, right?

After he found some balance, Dustin simply went on a hedonistic bender for a few months, free from the burden of the Negaverse while outside of Destiny City. Sure, he figured they would be keeping tabs on him, or at least would be once they found his location, but until they were knocking on his door and demanding his return, he wouldn't have any of it.

As the story often goes, his hedonistic ways got him into some trouble and any sense of balance in his life quickly fell-apart with his own self-destructive tendencies, but all the richer for it. The collateral wreckage of his mistakes motivated him to finally leave New York City, though, and make his triumphant return back to Destiny City.

There was a life waiting for him there - a balanced one - even if he had the unwanted responsibilities of being in the Negaverse. It was a duty that gave him meaning, but a duty nonetheless, and he simply hated anything obligatory and mandatory. And there were friends - friends who he abandoned when he left: Ever, Sawyer, Porsha, Tess, Chase, and hell, he even missed being a douchebag to the king of docuhebags, Tag Swagger.

Dustin Harlow was changed man now, one finally ready to accept his fate in Destiny City as a member of the Negaverse. But perhaps what changed most about Dustin in the few months he was away in New York City was that he was now a divorced and wealthy young man.