Kara liked walking. It made her feel normal. It certainly contributed to the feeling that everything she had seen and done on Earth was just a strange dream, a sense that grew every time she talked about home.

It wasn't that it felt like a dream, she thought. More like a story she had made up in her head.

She liked walking, but when she saw someone flying (and she often found herself looking to the sky, letting her mind wander) her interest was piqued. She floated quietly upward to greet the stranger.

He was wearing a mask. Did that mean he was a 'superhero'?

"Hello."