"What about now?" Martian Manhunter asked his niece, whose eyes and nose were scrunched up in concentration. "What do you sense about the person who just entered the park?" M'gann focused all her energy on the presence of the human who had just entered the expanse below the rooftop she and her uncle floated above.

"A girl, who seems really worried." J'onn simply glanced at the slumped form and disheveled appearance of the red haired female who entered the park as confirmation.

"Good, you are improving and are better able to distinguish one figures presence from another; however, do you still find it difficult?"

"Well, I've never really tried to telepathically sense emotion from a distance without setting up a link, but I think I'm getting the hang of it." Her uncle nodded slowly, and smiled. He flew down to the rooftop, M'gann following suit. Placing a hand on her shoulder, his camouflage fell away to reveal the façade of his human disguise.

"Would you like to take a break?"

M'gann sat at a park bench with slightly less than amiable silence between her and her uncle.

"So," she said brightly, a topic of discussion coming to her. "How do you like Earth?"

"Oh, well," J'onn seemed to taken a bit off guard. He couldn't remember a time when anyone had asked him that particular question. "Earth is a relatively friendly planet. It is even beautiful, I suppose."

"You miss Mars, don't you?" M'gann said, guilt heating up the back of her neck. Did it make her a horrible Martian not to miss her home planet as much as she should've?

"It was no small sacrifice for to come to Earth."

"Then why did you?" J'onn was famous on Mars, perhaps not as much as he was on Earth, but still….he was revered and respected. Mars loved him. Mars accepted him. He belonged.

"As a hero," J'onn began cautiously, "you must do what is best for life." At his niece's puzzled expression he sighed, trying to find the right words to describe why he came to Earth. "I feel as though Earth needs me, and, while it shall never replace Mars in my heart, I have come to call it home." M'gann nodded thoughtfully, the guilt now mingling with shame. So now, was she a coward for coming to Earth as an escape? Sensing his niece's change in mood, he decided to change the topic.

"And how is your team?" M'gann opened her mouth, the word 'fine' caught mid-thought. She looked at her uncle for a moment, and felt compelled to tell him more, to open up. She could never tell him what she was, but did she really have to lie about how she felt?

"I feel like the idea of the mole has really shaken us up. And, what's more, I feel like me and Con-Superboy, aren't as close as we used to be. It just feels like-like…there's a divide between us." John Jones nodded thoughtfully, almost knowingly.

"If there is anything I have learned about humans, it is that they are not always sure of their own feelings. Sometimes they feel that they most close themselves off, or prevent someone from getting too close. Sometimes this irrational, inexplicable fear disguises itself as some sort of reason. Give your friends time. As we Martians say, Jazma may lose its shine in time, but never shall it decrease in worth." M'gann laughed, and threw her arms around her uncle. After a moment, she felt him hug back.