She was dreaming. And as always, she was dreaming of Krypton.

She stood on a balcony overlooking a sprawling city with a million lights and jewel encrusted buildings reaching toward a lightly colored lavender sky. It was beautiful and magical and here, Kara always felt relaxed on Krypton.

“Kara?”

She turned to the voice, seeing her mother and father come out onto the balcony. They were dressed regally as any one of their position were. Her father was a powerful politician in Argo City and her mother had been born a princess to a city located on the southern hemisphere of Krypton where the people still lived a thousand years in Krypton’s past—before the advancement of science.

“Yes?” Kara asked, answering her father’s call.

“What are you doing out here? You have guests. A girl only turns eighteen once.” He smiled.

Kara looked at him. Zar-El was tall and handsome with dark ebony hair and sparkling blue eyes. His face held distinguished wrinkles around his eyes, speaking of the important decisions he made on a daily basis for the entire planet. She wondered how it had gone over in political circles when he had married her mother, who despite being royalty in the southern hemisphere, came from a culture most of Krypton considered primitive and uneducated.

“I know. I just feel… I feel something is wrong.” Kara replied softly. “Like none of this is real.”

Her father frowned, and her mother frowned as well. Her deep blue eyes were a darker shade than Zar-El’s, and somehow harder. Kara often wondered what it had been like for her to fall in love with a powerful politician and leave the only life she’d known for their love.

“Honey, why would you say that?” Her mother asked, coming over to her and stroking her hair softly. Kara’s hair was a mass of waves and curls that fell just below her chin in a cute bob that she often struggled with. She often wished for long flowing straight locks of molten gold like her mother..

“I don’t know. Lately none of this feels real. Or right. It’s all off somehow.” Kara said.

In the background, from somewhere else, a beeping sound like an alarm or timer began to ring. It started counting off, “One.”

“Mother? Father? What is that?” Kara asked, her eyes widening.

“Oh, Kara… honey…” Her mother’s eyes were sad. “It’s time.”

“What do you mean it’s time?” Kara asked.

“Two.” The electronic voice sounded off ominously.

“It’s time my dear,” Her father said, “For you to go and greet the world. You were right. This isn’t real.”

“What do you mean?” Kara asked, her eyes welling with tears.

“You will be safe now. It’s time for you to leave this place and greet your destiny.” Her father said, “We’ve sent you to a place where you will be safe.”

“Where people will protect you so you can be all that you were meant to be.” Her mother said, her own voice sad. “You are a very special girl. With a very special destiny. Always remember that.”

“And remember that we love you.” Zar-El said.

They both embraced their daughter tightly, Kara not understanding, not able to comprehend what was going on all around. That voice was still counting down, it was up to eight.

“Mother? Father?” Kara tried to look at them, but everything all around them was growing hazy and bright, so bright that she had to squint. She could barely see them or Krypton all around her. It was fading away.

“You’re not on Krypton, honey.” Her mother said, although her voice no longer sounded like the warm and soothing voice she remembered. “You never were. The Symbio-ship has been filling your sleep with dreams, so that you would have what you needed. I’m sorry to tell you this… but you were right. None of this is real.”

With a gasp Kara awoke, sitting up just as the hatch for her Symbio-ship opened. Popping from the ship she was greeted by a man in a red and blue suit, a giant S emblazoned on his chest. He resembled her father, although it was far from an exact likeness.

“Kal?” Kara blinked, somehow remembering a cousin. One her parents had told her about, one who lived on another planet… one called Earth… “Kal-El?”

“Who are you?” The man asked, his face filled with surprise and shock.

“I’m your cousin, Kara Zar-El from Krypton!” Kara exclaimed, not sure how she had gotten here, why she was here, only knowing that she was here. Or why she was wearing a white body suit and a giant red cape. But this was real! For the first time she could really remember since being a baby with her grandparents in Krypton’s Southern Hemisphere, it felt real.

“But how?” Kal-El asked, his face filled with surprise.

“I don’t know…” Kara looked at the Symbio-ship behind her, it’s purple hull shining brightly in the sunshine. She had crash landed in the middle of a forest.

Suddenly a voice boomed from the Symbio-ship.

“Kal-El and Kara Zar-El,” It began, “Kara is a descendent of doomed Argo City, the child of Zar-El and Kara In-Ze. Saved as a child from certain doom, we placed her in this Symbio-ship you see and rocketed her through space and time to Earth. Since we were unable to completely stop Kara’s aging process, we programmed the Symbio-ship to create a simulated reality for her. Enabling her to age from babe to young woman safely and securely, becoming a strong independent woman.”

Kara looked sadly at the Symbio-ship.

“We are sorry for our deception Kara, but it was necessary for you to become stable and emotionally well. The reality you experienced, while simulated, was the most likely scenario of your life had you grown up on Krypton.” The voice said. Then the voice fell silent, and the lights blinking on the Symbio-ship went out.

Hovering there in mid-air, Kara Zar-El looked at the ship sadly, her emotions wild and rampaging. Just then she realized, “Hey! I can fly?!”

She turned to her cousin, Kal-El and grinned. “I CAN FLY!” She zoomed up into the sky spinning in wide arcs, grinning and feeling jubilant and joyful. Beside her Kal-El appeared, his own face covered in a smile.

“Yes, beneath the sun of this planet, we have many great powers cousin!” He replied.

“What is that costume you wear?” Kara asked quietly.

“Here, I am known as Superman and I am a super-hero who helps defend this world from danger and the forces of evil. I am a power for good here!”

Kara grinned at him widely, looking down at her own costume. “Then, I will be a hero here too! And I’ll be a power for good!”

“That’s a great idea Kara.” Superman told her, “But first, you must train in the use of your powers. And we will keep your presence on this world hidden, until we’re ready to reveal you to the world!”

“OK.” Kara smiled brightly.

“But, first, I want to take you home to meet my parents! They have to meet my cousin!”

“Jor-El and Lara are here?!” Kara exclaimed excitedly.

“No. The man and woman who have taken me into their home here on Earth and raised me like their own.” Superman smiled. “But, first we should get your Symbio-ship to a safe place.”

“It looks pretty heavy.” Kara said, following him back down to the forest outside of Metropolis where she had crashed.

“For normal men and women perhaps,” Superman told her, “But one of our gifts here on Earth is super-strength far beyond that of normal men and women.”

To illustrate Superman lifted the Symbio-ship high above his head, smiling at he did so.

“Now you try!” He tossed the Symbio-ship to Kara.

For one brief moment she panicked as the ship hurtled toward her, but she reached out and grabbed it, finding that she was able to juggle it easily with no real effort involved.

“Wow! I’m strong and powerful!” Kara exclaimed.

“Yes, and it is important that you learn how to control those powers and learn how to use them wisely.” Superman said, taking the Symbio-ship from her. “Let’s take this to my Fortress of Solitude, and then we’ll head to Smallville to meet my parents!”

“Awesome!” Kara grinned jubilantly.

The two of them flew away from the forests outside of Metropolis, Superman carrying the symbio-ship and Kara trailing after, a wide smile on her face as the air whipped by filling her with a sense of freedom and exhilaration she had never known before.

Kara awoke with a start, her dark blue eyes blinking awake as bright light flooded them. For a moment she had a tremendous sense of déjà vu, remembering that moment she’d first awaken in this world truly, back when Krypton had been a dream filling her mind while sleeping fifteen years in a magical dimension, growing slowly from child to teen to young woman over a course of nearly forty-five hundred years. How often the same memories played out over and over during those times, how many times had the Symbio-ship re-run her life, looping it over and over endless, until finally bringing her out of it on her eighteenth birthday to find Superman there.

And as her vision cleared and she came to be aware that she was in a hospital bed, Superman was standing near the foot of her bed, his arms crossed and his expression concerned.

“Kal..” She muttered weakly, her entire body ached and she felt waves of prickly heat rippling over her from top to bottom. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh thank Rao. You’re awake. I was beginning to worry.” Superman said, a sigh of relief punctuating the rush of words.

“I just got my butt handed to me by some third-rate thug with a laser ray. Surely it’s no big deal. I’ve had my butt handed to me before, by bigger and better bad-guys, and still survived.” Kara sat up slowly.

“Kara, you’ve been unconscious for three days.” Superman said. “And for the first day, we weren’t sure you were going to make it.”

For several years, the downtown areas of Century City had fallen into disrepair, ignored and neglected as the people had moved into the outlying suburbs. And the downtown areas, had fallen on hard times. The drug dealers, pimps, prostitutes, and criminal element had moved in, along with the homeless and the runaways, creating a recipe for disaster and giving the Century City police force the daunting task of cleaning up an area no one cared about and no one wanted to see succeed. Even the former mayors had cast their attentions to the suburbs, wanting nothing to do with the forgotten areas.

Then ten years ago, Mayor Charles Stanwick had started the revitalization of the downtown area. He had beefed up the police force and put them to work stopping the criminal element. He’d quickly appointed Ann Kendrick, a tough strong woman with an exemplary resume in law enforcement in Gateway City, as his police commissioner who had gone in and cleaned up the force and beefed it up. He’d then appointed a brilliant public relations man named Joseph Nowland as City Commissioner to court businesses and developers.

And businesses and developers had been courted, offered hard to pass prices. It had taken ten years, but now, the Century City’s Old Downtown was filled with trendy restaurants, shops, businesses, and condos and had been divvied into different areas, called districts, named after important figures in Century City history.

Of all of them, the trendiest, and most expensive was the Mayflower District, named after the boat that had brought the ancestors of some of the founding fathers of Century City to America from England. Within the Mayflower District, the hottest and most well-regarded restaurant was Zago’s, which had been in the Mayflower for nearly five years now and showed no sign of becoming any less trendy and having shorter waiting lists.

It was this prestige and desirability that had led to Ambassador Kirkarius to insisting that he have lunch there at least one day while in Century City. His armed guards and his new head of security had argued with him, insisting that it wasn’t safe until the assassin was caught. Since the incident with Power Girl the other day, there had been three additional attempts on Kirkarius’s life—each of which had killed at least one staff member. Kirkarius had replied that his self-serving staff was more concerned with their own lives and safety rather than his. Which of course none of them had agreed.

“Are you sure we should be here Ambassador?” The attractive woman across the table from him, looked nervously, tugging nervously as the string of pearls around her neck. She was a former concubine of the current President of the New Bialyan Republic, sent with the Ambassador and his party as a way to get her out of the country long enough to indulge in his newest concubine. “I do not feel safe.”

“We are fine.” The Ambassador replied with a casual wave of his hand while perusing the wine list. “There are plenty of people here. No assassin is going to target us here.”

“If you are sure Ambassador.” The woman replied, not looking entirely sure. She was well aware of her less-than favored status with the President these days now that his doting affections had moved to someone younger and more attractive, an exotic girl the President had received as a gift from an associate hiding in the remote jungles of Africa.

The waiter came up with the wine Kirkarius had ordered, pouring them both glasses, and then took their orders, before leaving them again.

“You will be attending the gala event at the Bialyan Cultural Center on Friday evening as my date.” Kirkarius said. “I had hoped to take my mistress, but the President feels that bringing an American woman as my date sends a poor message. If I am going to appear in public with a woman not my wife, it should be a Bialyan woman.”

“And, of course, I fit the bill.” The woman replied quietly. “His former concubine, sent abroad in exile. The identity his administration forged for me has the world at large believing me an artist from an influential family in Bialya Eastern regions.”

“I hear bitterness in your voice.” Kirkarius replied, “Surely you are still not angry.”

“Angry? Why should I be angry? My village was destroyed in one of the President’s many scourges. My parents were killed. I, a mere girl of sixteen, was spared and brought to the capitol to join the President’s harem. Again fortune smiled upon me and the President decided I should be his chief concubine. I was pampered and seen on his arm in public in the tradition veils of our people. Then Stanlos grew tired of me for being not quite young enough and sent me abroad.” She sipped the rich burgundy.

“It was a testament to the emotion Stanlos feels for you that he did not have you executed. You are the first of the his concubines to not be executed.” Kirkarius replied levely, gazing across the table at the dark woman with her almond colored eyes and shining ebony hair. Her skin was warm rich olive and the fullness of her lips gave her a sultry look at all times, even now when angry dark thoughts swirled in her head.

“Perhaps had I been executed I would have joined my family in the afterlife promised by the great mother goddess upon birth, and witnessed by the father god upon death. Rather than being sent to America to attend college in Century City and take classes on painting and sculpting.” The woman lightly buttered her bread, not meeting Kirkarius’s eyes.

“You know that Stanlos feels sorry for what happened to your village. But, he had no choice in the matter. The rebels had infiltrated. The only way to ferret them out was the raze the village. Your father and mother were proud and stood up to angry soldiers high on adrenaline and warlust. It was an unfortunate accident. The soldiers were adequately dealt with. You witnessed their hanging in the royal courtyard.”

“Let us speak of pleasant things Ambassador.” The woman smiled, using his first name to sweeten the mood, “Denilos.”

“Let’s.” He replied.

“First though, I must excuse myself to the Ladies room.” The woman replied.

“Hurry Anath. Despite our unhappy conversation, your company is not entirely unpleasant.” Kirkarius said, watching her go.

Anath smiled back at him.

Once in the bathroom, Anath checked the stalls and then once she was certain all was clear, she turned the water on full blast and pressed a small purple gem on the silver bracelet wrapped around her left wrist.

“I am in the restroom at the restaurant now Mistress.” She whispered into the microphone concealed between entwined vines and leaves made of silver. “The Ambassador has invited me as his date for the Gala Friday night. Perhaps we should wait til then. I can easily slip a poison into his beverage and take care of him that way. Several hundred people will be in attendance, but the staff… it will not be a very secure site.”

“No. We have discussed this Anath. If the Ambassador dies of a poison overdose, the President will cover it up as a heart-attack or stroke. Something natural and acceptable to the people of Bialya. For Justice for our people to be truly effective, he must die publicly and in a way that leaves no doubt that it was meant for him to die. Our people cry for justice Anath. Your family cries for justice from beyond the grave.”

“It is just that there are innocents here in this restaurant Mistress. I do not wish to kill the innocent. Only that man. Only his advisors and aides. Those are the people who have the blood of our people on their hands. Not the American waiters and waitresses, the cooks, the staff of this restaurant. Not the people eating their lunches here. I would be no better than the President and his administration.” Anath hissed into the microphone.

“The American people stood by and did nothing when President Hashim came to power. As our people died, they did nothing. The heroes of America helped overthrow the Queen Bee, which was gave Hashim the in he needed. They are guilty as they eat their Big Macs, watch their MTV, and shop at the GAP of doing nothing for our people. Most of them are not even aware that Bialya exists! You will do as instructed. As paid to do. As I wish you to do. As your family cries for you to do.”

“Very well, Mistress.” Anath said coldly.

Reaching into her purse, Anath removed the small glass cylinder. It had two different compartments housing two different liquids. One was red and the other was a light pale yellow. When the Mistress’s weapons’ master had given her this, he had referred to it as the “Piss and Vinegar” bomb.

Anath frowned at the cylinder. She fought the wave of emotions rising and reminded herself of the very things the Mistress had reminded her of. The Americans had done nothing for their people. Even now, after she had leaked information to the press, all that was happening was the United Nations had sent in investigators. If they even found information, it would do no good. It would not bring justice.

With fire in her eyes, Anath gripped the cylinder, her resolve growing strong.

Ambassador Kirkarius did not notice the blur of darkness that whipped by. He did, however, hear the sound of crashing glass and was acutely aware of the explosion that promptly ripped through the restaurant.

Her super-speed had Anath several blocks away before the explosion occurred. She found herself standing and leaning against a building, her heart hammering so fast, and her breath not returning quickly. She was still learning the ropes of her super-speed and her body was still adapting. As the first sirens could be hear, she had regained her composure and made her way back toward the restaurant, finding tears and fake emotion to show anyone who might look toward her.

“Kara. You’re awake. I was worried.” Superman said, coming over to her side. He took her hand and squeezed it tightly. “For the first day it looked like we were going to loose you.”

“Past three days?! Oh my God. You did say I’ve been out for three days.”

“Yeah, it’s been three days since they brought you in after the first assassination attempt on Kirkarius. And you’ve displayed superhuman strength and then it’s gone away. At one point they were able to get the IV in, and then ten minutes later, it was out of your vein, because your skin had gone invulnerable again and it had pushed it out. Two hours ago they got the needle back in.”

“Three days?!” Kara shrieked. “I have to call the office! My cat!! Oh, no! My cat hasn’t been fed in three days!”

“I fed your cat. Lucky for me my skin is indestructible or else your little beast would have shredded me alive.” Superman said. “Apparently he has been terrorizing the hotel staff.”

“He doesn’t like strangers.” Kara replied, “It’s just how he is.”

“I’ve met him several times. He doesn’t like anyone but you.”

“So, he’s a mamma’s boy.” Kara cringed, remembering her workload, “Oh God… the office…”

“Don’t worry. I did some juggling and you’re covered.” Superman smiled.

“What do you mean?” Kara asked, looking at him, “I had a really big meeting…”

“Karen Starr is currently quarantined with a highly contagious and oft-times fatal illness.”

“Oh… my company is doing a huge deal with New Universe Films. They want us to produce a series of video games based on their newest blockbuster. And we’re on this close to getting several patents on a groundbreaking program that will change the way medical records are stored and shared. We’ve been working on it for the past two years. This is no time for me to be quarantined.” Kara shook her head, steadying herself.

“You’re up now. Karen can go back to business as usual.” Superman said, his expression stern. “You on the other hand are going to need to take some time off until we figure out what’s going on with your powers.”

“My powers have been fluctuating for years.” Kara scoffed, “Since the Crisis. One day I’m as strong as you are and can fly from one side of the world to the other in a half hour. Other times I can only lift half a ton and leap tall buildings in a single bound.”

“Kara, this is different. Your powers are completely disappearing.”

“The last thing I remember was fighting some assassin on a rooftop. She shot me with a red laser and then it’s kind of blurry.” Kara smiled, “I’m sure it’s temporary. These things always are. Remember when the Gray Man wounded me? My powers were greatly reduced. Then after a few months they started getting back to normal.”

“This is different Kara. Your powers are completely disappearing for long stretches of time.”

Kara’s smile grew wide as she picked up the vase, balancing it on her fingertip. “See? Super strength again.”

Superman’s expression remained stern, “And what if your powers go out again? What if they go out in the middle of a fight? Or while you’re at thirty-thousand feet?”

“And what if I meet Doomsday in a dark alley? Or what if Blackstarr sticks me in the middle of a black hole? What if I run into the Joker and he shoots me with a Kryptonite bullet?” Kara asked him.

“You aren’t affected by Kryptonite.” Superman said.

“Not this week. But, I might be next week. My weaknesses come and go just like my powers have all these years. If I stopped helping people and fighting super-villains just because my powers aren’t where they were before the Crisis… well, Power Girl would have retired a long time ago.”

“Kara, you—“ Superman stopped, cocking his head to the side. “There’s an explosion downtown! I’ll be right back!”

Superman moved in a blur of motion going to the window, opening it and flying away toward a spot where smoke was already bleeding up into the sky.

“Wait!” Kara ran over to the dresser, trading her hospital gown for her costume and flew off into the evening, moving almost as fast as Superman had.

Brunhilda Grey eyed the door to room #413 coldly, a cold resolve filling her. Gertrude was still out of work, recuperating from her run-in with the beast within. A heavy frown twisted her lips as she pushed the cleaning cart and the vacuum cleaner to the door.

This was Brunhilda’s first shift since “The Incident”. That was how the Century City Plaza Hotel management had referred to what had happened to Gertrude in this room several days ago. Gertrude had required stitches and was heavily sedated. Management wasn’t sure if she’d be back anytime soon—the trauma had been too great.

Brunhilda opened the door to room #413 and pushed her cart into the room. Her eyes instantly went to the window sill where the cat laid sprawled, it’s tail twitching, it’s one bright green eye trained on her, sizing her up.

Brunhilda had heard from Dolly the Night Shift Manager that this is how the cat had gotten Gertrude, by pretending to be innocent and docile. She would just ignore the beast, even though every fiber of her being screamed out that she should go over and snap the little beast’s neck. It was only right. The hotel management had decided the wealthy guest and her vile cat were more important than Gertrude and had warned the woman not to try and sue or else she would find herself in violation with the contract she signed when she was hired. They were going to offered Gertrude a nice fat bonus, and of course a woman in Gertrude’s financial situation would take it.

Brunhilda scowled at the cat. If that beast injured her that way, she would never let the hotel shut her up and shut her down.

Ignoring the cat, Brunhilda started her work. From the perch, the cat watched, his tail slicing through the air, waiting for Brunhilda to strike. He could sense the malevolence surrounding the woman like an aura. His attention focused on the strange contraption with hoses and attachments. The cat did not understand quite what it was, although it somehow reminded him of a horrible machine that the evil staff members of the JLI Embassy used to use to torment him.

The cat watched Brunhilda and the vacuum cleaner intently, a sense of fear building within him.

Anath watch as fire and smoke belched out of the shattered windows, the heat pouring from the remains of the restaurant was terrific. If not for her tougher than normal human skin, she’d have probably begun to blister. She could hear cries for help and screams coming from within, and some of those innocent cries touched her—tearing at her soul and filling her with anguish.

She had not wanted anyone other than the Ambassador and his advisors and bodyguards to perish—only those connected to the savage butchering of her family and village—those responsible for the oppression that crushed her country. But, the Mistress had commanded it. And, Anath could not refuse her mistress.

A streak of red and blue streaked by, plunging into the smoke and flames, coming right back out. Anath gasped, watching as Superman set two people down. He plunged right back into the smoke and flame just as the first fire trucks came screeching to a stop.

“No.” Anath gasped, watching as Superman brought Ambassador Kirkarius and his advisor Abdul Spiros out. If they lived—all of these innocents—dead for nothing! Their sacrifices to the greater good were for naught.

Anath clenched her fists, feeling her blood begin to boil as Superman sat the Ambassador and Spiros down. Without hesitation, Superman plunged back into the burning restaurant. Anath watched, turning and moving through the crowd that had already formed and was already beginning to cheer Superman.

Once she was safely in an alley, Anath changed from the smart outfit she’d worn to lunch, pulling on her Kevlar-leather body suit, pulling the mirrored goggles over her eyes while tying her hair up and back. From the purse she pulled her pistol, tucking it into it’s holster, even while loading the MS76 into the other holster. She let her super-speed carry her back through the crowds, to the spot where Ambassador Kirkarius and Spiros laid on the ground, being tended to by paramedics.

“Step away from them.” Anath hissed, pointing the pistol at the paramedic.

“Whoah!” One of them said, backing away.

“Lady, put the gun down.” The female paramedic said, not making any move to leave the Ambassador’s side as she put an oxygen mask against his face.

”I said, get away from them.” Anath repeated, an edge entering her voice.

“No. I’m not going to let you kill these men.” The paramedic replied, her own eyes filling with a steel resolve.

Anath looked at the woman, knowing the woman had no intention of getting away from Kirkarius.

“Then die with them.” Anath replied, snapping the trigger and putting a bullet into Spiros. Anath then leveled the gun at the paramedic. “Still not going anywhere?”

“And why should she go anywhere? She has patients to tend to. Of course, one less due to your nasty perchance for killing people.”

Anath felt her arm being yanked by and the pistol ripped from it. Anath’s super-hearing picked up the sound of the pistol being crushed and tossed aside.

Anath turned to find Power Girl, the woman’s beautiful features colored with anger.

“YOU JUST KILLED THAT MAN!” Power Girl’s voice bubbled with anger.

“You should be powerless.” Anath stammered, feeling Power Girl’s fist clenching tightly, digging into her flesh. If she didn’t have tougher skin, almost invulnerable, the bones within her arm would have probably already snapped.

“Well, your little gun didn’t quite do the job.” Power Girl said, tossing Anath into the sky.

Anath watched the street and the buildings spin away as she spun up into the sky. She thought she might get sick. She had increased strength, near invulnerability, super-speed, heightened hearing and sight, and could leap tall buildings in a single bound—but Anath couldn’t fly. And she was moving faster than she would have if she moving of her own volition. Anath screamed out. Through her spinning vision, she saw Power Girl flying up into the sky after her. Power Girl’s fists were clenched and her face was a steel mask of seething anger.

“How can you have so little respect for life? You JUST KILLED THAT MAN! AND THOSE PEOPLE IN THE RESTAURANT? THAT WAS YOU TOO!”

Anath was barely aware of the streak of red and blue that hurtled toward her, or that suddenly she was on the ground with Superman staring down at her.

By the time she registered that Superman had just saved her, she was also aware that she was surrounded by police officers.

In the sky above, Power Girl was just realizing what had happened as she looked down nearly a mile below her. With her super-vision she watched the disarmed assassin as the police were cuffing her and reading her Miranda rights. Superman had plunged back into the burning building to see if there were any survivors left. Then she watched as the assassin snapped the cuffs and began plowing through the police.

Then it was no longer clear and everything below was the size of ants.

“So much for super-vision.” Power Girl sighed.

Then a cold shivery feeling rippled through her and her body felt … softer.

“Oh spit.” Power Girl whispered just before the pull of gravity caught up with her.

Power Girl fell end over end, tumbling toward the city below like a meteorite.

I hate it when Kal is right, she thought as the world around her blurred into a mess of blue sky and the gray and steel color of the ground rushing toward her.

TO BE CONTINUED