"In July 1959, Jen and I were still colleagues. We went to New Jersey together. I visited several friends, while she went to see her mother."
"After arriving by train, she called home, but nobody answered. So we went to the Amusement Park near the station to pass the time while waiting for her mother to return."
"There was a photographer at the Amusement Park. He mistook us for a couple and loudly called out, asking to take a commemorative photo of us for just twenty-five cents. I said we weren't that kind of relationship, but Jen said she wanted a photograph. That was when I understood how she felt."
"We took a very nice photograph. She smiled beautifully, while I probably looked awkward because I was shy."
"Eleven minutes and fifty-seven seconds after the photograph was taken, Jen's watchband broke. Before I could pick it up, a fat man accidentally stepped on it. To keep her from being too upset, I told her I could fix her watch."
The colorful cosmic radiance shone gently over everyone. Deathstroke, seated on a small stool, had already pulled out sunflower seeds and beer, eating and drinking together with the black asphalt-like creature.
The ladies had already given up on saving Superman. Kara stared at Deathstroke with reddened eyes, while Diana and Harley listened intently as Doctor Manhattan spoke of the past, of secrets that had happened in the Watchmen Universe, on the Earth he called home.
"So that's where eleven minutes and fifty-seven seconds came from. Gulp, gulp, gulp." Having learned a secret, Su Ming silently chugged a bottle of beer in celebration. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he accepted a small handful of shelled sunflower seeds from Strangle. "I understand. Please continue, Doctor."
Eleven minutes and fifty-seven