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Text in italics is quoted from DC's Secret Origins #10, published Jan. 1987.
God, this place was boring.
Kate Lockley fought back a yawn as she looked over what had once been Los Angeles.
She had come back here as the unofficial policewoman, keeping an eye on the place.
But there hadn't been any sign of life in the area for a couple of months now, and she was thinking about trying her luck at finding one of the rumored sanctuaries.
She was snapped out of her thoughts by a clatter of rubble. A ragged figure dressed in tattered robes pulled himself around a corner.
She pulled her gun. "Freeze!"
The figure drew some kind of stick and yelled something. The next thing she knew was her gun flying out of her hand.
"Who are you?" She yelled.
The man sighed. He was dressed in tattered rags. "My name's Sirius Black. Where are we?"
She raised her eyebrows slightly. "Los Angeles."
The man exhaled loudly. "What's today's date?"
"June, 2010."
The man cursed, loudly and violently.
They exchanged stories. Sirius was shocked to hear what had happened to the world, or at least most of it, and Kate was already making plans to head up to Britain as soon as possible.
They walked together to the edge of the city. Looking out at the long road, Kate felt a sudden pang of loss.
She turned and looked back at the ruins of Los Angeles.
Sirius stepped up and laid a hand on her shoulder.
She looked at him, and he gestured to the open road.
She smiled.
Lonely inside our separate skins, we cannot know each other's pain and must bear our own in solitude. For my part, I have found that walking soothes it, and that, given luck, sometimes we find one to walk beside us... At least for a little way.
