"Agh, what the sprock?" Flash bang. One minute, he and Superman were getting ready to head back from the 30th century so that Kon could finally rejoin his friends and family after being dead of all things, and now he's... somewhere? He flies up to get a better view. Hawaii, apparently. Though it doesn't look like it did last time he was here. And Kal's nowhere in sight.

"How long was I dead?" he wonders aloud, looking around. "Uh, Superman?" He isn't quite shouting. But even a quick look around with a combination of x-ray and telescopic vision shows no bright red cape. "Kal? HELLO? ANYBODY?"

This is definitely Earth. Definitely Hawaii.

He isn't quite sure what to do now. So he starts flying towards Metropolis. Maybe Kal's there. Or someone at least.

Alessa is often in two places.

Sometimes, she is awake, and then she is in one place. Right now, that place is the hospital on the farm, where she's gradually healing from third-degree burns on most of her body (and complications thereof). She's been supplied with a small array of entertaining items, including paper and crayons and a few books. She's also got a window, which is nice. It's been a long time since she's been able to truly see the outside.

Sometimes, however, she's not awake, and then she's outside of the hospital, outside of her body, and walking, not burned. And trying to puzzle out what's going on with this new place. Everything is Different! But not in an entirely terrifying way!

In both cases, she can be called upon to interact somewhat. If you're into that sort of thing.

Are you living on the farm? Are you passingly familiar to Windows 95?

THEN YOU ARE GETTING A SWEATER. NO, YOU DO NOT GET A SAY IN THIS. The pikachu and the crobat have somehow gotten wrangled into one each, and are trying to get used to this new thing a small distance away from the porch, where 95 is sitting and knitting, with a growing pile of knitted goods.

To redeem your sweater, please speak with any available representative. Which would be 95.