#c.sandsmark01

Lois didn’t know how she was supposed to occupy her time here in 1973. In the future, her life had been very different—she had been working full time, she had been a foreign correspondent in a war zone, she had been an activist. Here, it felt like the days moved slowly when things weren’t happening. She knew she should have been grateful for that, but, at heart, Lois was an adrenaline junkie—she needed something to keep her going. Instead, she was lying upside down on the sofa, reading the same line on the same page of her book over and over, none of it sinking in. She groaned and closed the book, tossing it to the side and instead pressing her hands over her face. 

She was looking at her old journal, from everything that had happened on her own earth. They had figured this all out—they had managed to crack the code to public opinion and pull the plug on anything that might have subjugated mutants, metahumans and vigilantes. She was trying to find some inspiration, maybe an idea that she could spread so that the people with the actual power could do something about it. Gwen didn’t know how well that was going to go, but she was willing to give it her best shot. However, reading the journal didn’t give her any ideas—it just made her sad. It just made her homesick. She got up and started pacing down the halls of the mansion as if she was in a daydream—her mind was in another place, another time. Another home.

Superheroes were boring, in Selina’s eyes. They were a nuisance. Whenever they had one of their universe-saving, fate-deciding battles, it was always the people from her neighborhood who suffered the most. It was always working class people who suffered more than anyone else, and that was why she had no patience for heroes. They might have thought they were doing good, but who cleaned up their messes later? Who made sure that the people they were supposed to protect were still all right after the carnage had been wrought? Selina’s annoyance and moral opposition to major heroes generally came out as fairly harmless annoyance at anyone deemed a hero, and Cassie was no exception. “Do you have to...” Selina gestured vaguely. “Exist in this space? I already feel like I’m in detention or something.”