A blaring alarm rings out between the walls of her small space, and Kara's eyes pop open. The prior evening's event weighs heavy in her posture as she rises to her feet. She peers over toward the disorienting digital nuisance and two beams of light shoot from her eyes. A pleasured expression rises in her cheeks as the small clock melts into mush.

Just as soon as she had gotten rid of one pestering sound, another takes its place. This time in the form of a repetitive beeping, and its coupled with a harsh vibration. She looks over on the counter, and there beside the faux music box is her cell phone, lighting up like a Christmas tree. A quick view of her call log and she notices a few missed calls, most recently from Alex. She tosses her phone to the side nonchalantly and begins to strip down. The sight of her disguise hidden beneath her camouflage, makes her fling her head back in a disgusted fashion. She continues to disrobe until she is left bare; then she saunters into the shower.

At about the same time, on the other end of the city, Alex is passing the threshold into Lena's office. The bright-eyed CEO stands by her desk signing a stack of papers that her assistant holds out before her. Another employee enters the office and rushes pass Alex with more papers for the boss to view. Lena looks up from the papers noticing the other employee approaching; finally, she sees her visitor. "My apologies, just let me get through here," she says.

She finishes up with her workers and they quickly exit the office. "It's okay, I'm sure you're busy," Alex responds.

"Yes very, we are working on designs for a new energy model that uses —" Lena chuckles and smiles, "I'm sorry I'm sure you don't need the boring details."

"Actually, I think I read about it in the paper" Alex says excitedly. "You're working on something that uses magnetic force to generate clean energy."

A curious glare appears in Lena's expression, "I'm surprised a field agent for the FBI has time to read up on the newest scientific research."

"Ah, but I'm a scientist as well," Alex responds.

"So, you're smart and lethal. That's a dangerous combination."

"I think Kara would tell you. I'm pretty harmless."

"Tell that to my poor heart, because right now it can't take too much of you," Lena says; her cheeks flush with red, and a demure smile on her lips.

Alex smiles at the remark, then quickly changes the subject. "I was actually here looking for Kara, we were supposed to have breakfast across the street. She said she was going to stop here first."

"That's weird I've been texting her all night and this morning. She hasn't returned my calls. Should I be worried?"

"No, I'm sure it's nothing to worry about," Alex responds while looking at her phone; her concern conveyed unknowingly in her expression. The same concern also reflects in Lena's face, the agent notices as she looks up from her device. "The thing about Kara, you should know. She disappears sometimes, its fine. I'm sure she'll get back to us soon."

"She disappears?"

"Yep, just drops everything. After a while you get used to it." Alex begins to back up slowly, "I'm going to go. When I see Kara, I'll tell her you were looking for her, anything you want me to tell her?"

"No, nothing too serious, just best friend stuff."

"Right, well I'll see you later then," Alex says as she slips out the door.

"Good to see you, Agent Danvers."

The bright yellow sun beams down on Kara's pale face as she strolls down the street, coffee cup in hand. She smiles kindly at passersby, making it a point to put forth a cheerful façade. "Good Morning," she says to one man, "how are you?" she asks of another. They all react the same; confused by her exaggerated swagger. Their reaction makes her retreat into the nearest alleyway, in seconds, her joyful disposition shifts.

The Three Stooges inspired swagger converts into a confident stride once she is out of public view. As she strolls down the alley, her phone begins to vibrate in her purse. She reaches inside, but is unable to grab hold of the bothersome mobile. Just as she throws her cup into the trash bin, three transient men slowly surround her. Kara doesn't acknowledge them, but continues the search through her purse.

"Hey glasses!" one of them shouts.

Kara holds out her index finger. "A moment, fellas, I'm searching for my phone."

Her response causes one of the miscreants to react by grabbing her shoulder. In turn, and with little effort, she grabs hold of his encroaching limb and flips him over onto his back. Then she returns to her search. A second man retaliates by thrusting a knife at her. She throws a swift side kick and the crook is left weaponless. He takes a run at her, but she thwarts him with a simple sway of her hips. As he stumbles pass, she takes hold of his shirt and tosses him a few feet down the concrete.

The last man standing takes an unsteady punch and hits her directly in the mouth, knocking her glasses to the ground. Kara's pale complexion turns red and a fiery fury bleeds from her eyes. "My turn," she says. Her fist lands into his chest sending him flying backwards; and as he lands, his cry echoes through the alley. The other two men rise back to their feet, and the chiseled brunette stands before them unshaken.

They wearily move forward with their attack; an embittered war cry vents from their throats. But just as they are about to avenge their battered ego, their hopes are quashed. Suddenly they feel themselves be propelled backwards, and their war cry converts into a high-pitched squeal. They take a hard fall on their backs, and when they look up; a metal clad monstrosity looks down at them. "I think it's time you go," the metal man says.

All three men run off in their separate directions down the street. Kara and the intervening champion stare at each other until the men are out of view. Then the metal helmet comes off, revealing James. He rushes over to Kara with an intense look on his face. "Kara, are you crazy?" he asks. Kara disregards the question and picks her glasses up from the ground.

"You know you shouldn't be using your powers while you're… you," James says.

"It's no big deal Jimmy, no one is even here," Kara rebuffs. She looks over his shoulder and sees her friend Winn coming up on them. "Oh God, him too," she mumbles under her breath.

"What is going on?" Winn asks anxiously as he arrives on scene.

"Oh nothing, just Kara being reckless with her identity," James answers.

Kara chuckles, "Reckless, you're still running around like a giant can of tuna with a shield, and I'm the reckless one?"

"That's a bit harsh," Winn intercedes, noticing the disheartened look on his partner's face.

"And you, Winn. I expect this from the wannabe, but you should know better."

"This is not about us Kara," James chimes in, "you are running around here exposing yourself, thereby exposing your cousin Clark too, remember him?" he asks.

Kara turns away from them and continues down the street, a carefree bounce in her step. Winn and James follow her, then pounce in front of her before she can clear the alley. Their human blockade brings about an unspoken sense of rage that transmits throughout the air and surrounds the group. "Move," Kara warns.

"No," James replies, sharply.

"Just talk to us Kara," Winn implores. Kara's lips motion slightly, but nothing comes out. Her attention is drawn elsewhere. Winn follows her line of sight to the large screen across the street from them. "Kara," he says, trying to get her to focus on him. But her eyes don't budge from the screen.

"What is she talking about?" she asks. Both of her friends turn to see who she's talking about.

"Who, Lena?" Winn responds.

"Yes."

"She's holding a press conference about her new charity," James says, "you know that."

"Oh yes, I forgot." Her friends both wave their hands in front of her face, but she doesn't move. They both glare at each other, then again at the screen, and when they turn back towards their friend, she is gone.