Prolog
Sometime in the future
An old woman sat alone in her apartment reading a book. It was late at night and the local news was about to come on. She folded the corner of the page to mark her place. She got up from her couch and went into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. She grabbed the tea pot and filled it with water before putting it on the stove top. While waiting for the water to boil she opened up the cupboard and got out her tea.
Suddenly a flash of light appeared in her living room. She calmly walked towards the flash. When she reached the living room, she saw the young man standing before her, and said, "I wondered who would come to seek my help. I should have known that it would be the White Triangle."
Nodding an acknowledgement the young man said, "for an old woman you are rather knowledgeable and brave. You are the one they call the Crone?"
"I am. Now transport me to this date," said the old woman holding out a piece of paper she kept at her pocket at all times.
"First, you will tell me your plan to get rid of Superman before I agree to anything. We of the White Triangle want him dead before he becomes a symbol of hope to the galaxies," replied the young man.
The Crone raised her other hand and a greenish blast of energy flew across the room hitting the young man square in the face before he could so much as flinch. His body crumpled to the floor. The Crone walked over to the body and bent down to pull the gold ring off his finger. As she got back up she heard the tea pot whistle.
"Death would be too easy for him. I will not suffer fools spoiling my plan, but I will have my tea first," said the Crone to no one. She went back to the kitchen to have her tea. She finished her tea and put on the ring. She then disappeared in a flash of light, leaving behind a dirty teacup and a dead body.