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"Lois Lane, come stay with me tonight... I... Got a pocket full of..."

Sarah switched off the oldies station with a snort. Granadpa Jimmy didn't bag the brassiest brunette in Metropolis, she mused, but her sister was a different story. Grandma Lucy was a good enough catch, she thought. Another channel faded in.

"Superman never made any money... saving the world from Solomon Grundy...

Again, she pushed the Randomizer button. No, she thought, but Grandpa's best friend sure saved her dad from Doomsday. Clark Wayne Olsen, her dad, had been kidnapped by The Monster Doomsday... Somehow, in her head, and in her nightmares, it was always The Monster Doomsday, never just Doomsday or anything... The radio flared again, randomizing from the satellite radio system according to her known preferences.

"I am, I am, I am Superman... And I can do anything!"

He sure could. He had save her dad right before Brainiac, using the body of The Monster Doomsday, could make him into an even worse monster to live in. And he made sure The Monster Doomsday would never get out again. He was locked in a transporter loop on the moon for ever and ever. Or at least til the Event took them all away. And her daddy wasn't hurt. The music paused, and her car's voice reminded her she was almost at school. The music played again as she stopped at the light before her exit.

" ...doing everything I can ...holding on to what I am ...pretending I'm a Superman"

Sarah blinked and looked down, realizing what she had been hearing. She had been feeling odd all day, sort of jumpy and spacy and lightheaded, but this was definitely worth noticing. She asked the car, "Hey, radio, how many songs about Superman are playing right now?" The car told her in its pleasant voice that out of the 4,632 English language music channels currently broadcasting, 78 percent were playing songs about Superman.

"Whoah. Did I miss an anniversary or something?" In response, the radio switched to WGBS news.


"...man then placed the craft gently on the ground. He then flew away. Again, the Starship Constitution was saved by a flying man..."

Sarah started as the horns behind her blew. She jumped on the gas, and headed off to school.

The day passed quickly, in part because Sarah felt worse and worse as it went on. She had no idea what had been said in most of her classes. Oh well. It was all review at this point, anyway. Her head hurt, and something smelled funny. Kind of cinnamon and spice and fresh baked bread, but none of those.

She wasn't sure she could drive home, so she stopped by the desk and paid an overnight fee for her car. Sarah's eyes hurt, so she put on her sunglasses and headphones to relax until her stop. As soon as she turned it on, she heard Donovan reminding her from long before The Event that Superman and Green Lantern had nothing on him. She laughed. She would have to ask her father what he thought of the news. It had to be a hoax.

Sarah's laughter faded as a scream pierced the funkadelic melodies of an era long gone. Opening her eyes, she saw six men dressed in skull masks pulling guns. Feeling disconnected and woozy, she jumped up. "Hey.. leave them alone!" One of them moved to hit her, and she used her martial arts training to flip him. Big mistake. He fired.

The bullets... she could feel them. Her whole body tingled.. for miles.. and she could feel and hear and see everything for a moment. The bullets had to stop. She told them in a thought to slow down, chill out. They did. One tapped her radio. The train went silent. The music channel changed in her ears.

The swelling strains of John Williams' trubite suite to Superman played in her ears. The other thugs tried to shoot at her too, to equally futile effect. "Please... Can't we settle this..." One of them started to reach for a pregnant woman. Sarah moved through spacetime, leaving a humming "Whooosh!" and blurry afterimages in her wake.

"I did try to ask nicely." She dropped the man with a nerve strike, then turned and wiped up the others equally quickly.

The applause started slowly. People were using their phones and radios and Palmtops to take what would later prove to be grainy, somewhat distorted photos. Sarah had defused the situation in a lot less time than the overworked and understaffed transit police could have. The door opened as she smiled at the people she had saved. The old, overweight transit cop barely had time to blink as he stared at the thugs and at Sarah. I saw the whole thing on the monitor... What.. Who are you?"

The train stopped and the door opened. Realizing the dim train lighting and her glasses would prevent her from being identified, she smiled as she stepped to the door. Feeling the space around her, she rose into the air. With the ending strains of the Williams suite playing in her ears, she paused long enough to answer.

"Supergirl."