It had been months since Chloe had escaped government custody. She knew that Clark, Lois and Oliver would be worried sick about her, but this was the best thing she could do for them right now. The helmet of Nabu had shown her many things and she knew that now, more than ever, there was real work to be done.
Nabu had shown her the coming darkness and Clark's role in stopping it. It would be a tough battle and he would have to be stronger than he had ever been before. Fortunately, he would not be alone. Others would stand beside him and fight. Including, she hoped, the young man she was going to see. Nabu had shown her this as well.
She continued driving west, knowing by instinct where she was headed. She would reach her destination soon. Then the real work would begin.
Out in space, a mysterious object hurtled towards Earth at impossible speeds. If one were to examine it closer, one might think it to be a transport of some kind. It entered the atmosphere in a trail of fire and streaked towards the southwest United States. Its pilot was injured and doing his best to manage an emergency landing. He could only hope that he could keep the ship aloft long enough to manage crashing in a remote area. The last thing he needed was civilian casualties.
Not far away, a jet shot through the air. The pilot was a brash young man in his early twenties and while his attention should have been on the horizon and his altimeter, he was instead thinking about a pretty brunette back at the airfield and the best way to convince her to join him for dinner tonight. He noticed a movement in the corner of his eye and turned in time to see the strange vessel streak by.
Chloe looked up as the jet flew overhead as she continued towards the next city. In her rearview mirror, she saw the strange object streak into the California desert. She returned her focus to the road as she drove by a sign that said "COAST CITY - NEXT EXIT".