Lorraine “I’m not making this up.  I don’t even know how I can tell you this.  I mean, I figured between the two of us, you might see something interesting like a meteor or a-”

Betty “Space alien.”

Lorraine “Yeah.”

Betty “Yeah.”

Lorraine notices Betty become suddenly quiet.

Lorraine “Betty?  Something wrong?”

Betty “Her name was Zastia.”

Lorraine “Who’s Zastia?”

A knock is heard on the door.

Betty “You order room service?”

Lorraine “Not yet.”

The door suddenly bursts open and in that second, Lorraine and Betty realize they may be in danger.

Rose Spiritus

Every time Rose places her orange and black orb near the piece of cardboard, it begins to spin nearly out of control.  There is something to this fragment.  There is something to this piece.  What Rose cannot seem to understand is why this piece is so important.  She can assume that it was part of the glowing box she had a vision of earlier.  What she has a hard time assuming is why the box was glowing and what it has to do with the other visions she had seen.

Now, if only to further complicate matters, Rose was having a different vision.

“She needs you.  They need you.”

This voice was different.  It was female, but different from the one had come to associate with the woman in the alley.  It was soft, nurturing, like a mother to a newborn child.

Rose looks at the spinning orb in her right hand and the cardboard piece in her left.  Within the piece, she sees water.  It appears to be a river.  She sees a female hand reach out for the ground.  She sees a bronze helmet atop her head.  Rose’s subconscious suddenly sees a battlefield.  She sees an exchange of bullets.  She sees a woman fall in the shadows.  Her body vaporizes.  She sees an American flag.  She sees an Army propaganda poster with a familiar mascot pointing at her.

Rose can feel the essence of a new spirit rising from this river.  Clad in her bronze helmet, red gown, and flowing blue cape, this mysterious spirit cries out in the name of freedom.

A champion emerges.  Rose’s jaw begins to shake.

“…Samantha.”

Joan Stanley

Metropolis.  LexCorp.

The resume was impressive enough.  Now, she was going to get to take the grand tour in anticipation of her first day.  The past days of trying to be the super cop of Metropolis were over.  For Joan, there was only the eagerness to get started at her new workplace.

A familiar face walks up to Joan in the front lobby, along with what appears to be two bodyguards.  Neither of them talk, but the young lady meeting Joan will take care of the talking for them.

Wendy “Joan Stanley!  Hi, I’m Wendy Harris.  Welcome to LexCorp.”

The two shake hands.

Joan “We’ve met before.  You’re Emily’s roommate.”

Wendy smiles.

Wendy “That’s only when I’m at home.  Here, we’re all part of the same team.  Welcome to the team, I’ve heard some great things about you!”

The Wing Team

Jill “I’m telling you, this is crazy.”

Lynn “I know, but we’ve got the coordinates.  If this is some kind of elaborate hoax though…”

Jill “Maybe it’s the same hoax he was hit with when he disappeared for a while.”

Lynn “Steve Trevor?  Oh!  Yeah, I remember hearing about that.  Said he wound up on some island.”

Lynn Harding and Jill Bradford, the Wing Team.  They are flying across the Pacific in search of land that they don’t know to be there.  Getting closer to the target zone, they still see nothing.

Lynn “This is so stupid.  There’s no-”

Suddenly, it appears.  It is an island and it is rather extravagant.

Jill “What the hell?  They’ve got a landing strip and everything!”

Lynn “I guess this is the place.”

Flying in their own individual planes, both receive a signal.  They know the voice.

“Wing Team!  Glad to see yall make it.  Yer clear to land.”

Lynn “Blake?  Is that you?”

Zinda “Welcome to Blackhawk Island.”