"Soy milk, full percent, one and a half percent..." Wally was at the supermarket getting a gallon of milk for M'gann. She had called him and asked him to pick up some while he was on his way to Mt. Justice. Of course, the speedster agreed, because of his insane crush on the martian. So, here he found himself, surrounded by screaming kids and irritatingly squeaky shopping carts, skimming the milk refrigerator for the right kind of milk milk to get for Miss Martian, so she could make her famous cinnamon strudel.

Well, I guess it's worth it, I mean, after all, those strudel are possibly the best thing green-cheeks makes, He thought to himself. "Finally! I found it!" The speedster exclaimed aloud. He pulled a jug of milk off of the second shelf of the refrigerator.

One unsuccessful attempt at flirting with the cashier later, Kid Flash exited the automatic doors of the store. He made his way down town, and into a dark alley, where a zeta tube was.

He didn't see the man lurking in the shadow of the alley.

Suddenly, a fist swung out of nowhere, colliding with the right side of Wally' s head. A bright flash of white exploded in the speedster' s vision, followed by a stab of pain pain as he collapsed to the ground. Then, blackness.