"Hello, Andi." A man about six foot eight, about four hundred pounds of musle and a glowing left eye said to me in a bright white room. It was the same place that I met Thomas about six and a half months ago. "My name is Nate Summers."

"You know," I sighed as I realized that once again, I really suck at dying. "I'm sick of meeting new people everyday."

"Please, I am hardly a new person to you. You practically raised me as a child."

"Are you in here to thank me? Because J'onn is going to be pissed if he finds you up here." Come on dude, if you're going to tell me something important, do it now, let's wrap this up.

He chuckled at my attitude. "I'm not here to thank you, I'm here to help."

Now that latter clause really set me off. "Everyone's always here help! Why can't you guys leave me alone, and let me live my own fucking life!?! Who ever asked you people to help me, huh?! WHO!"

And with a small, knowing smirk, Nate smiled. "You did."

"Excuse me?"

"Your future self asked all of us to pop in and make sure that you were in the right place at the right time, with the right mindset."

"Why?"

"She wants you to have a better life. Yes, you need to go through the same obstacles, but she wants you to be more protected, to have a better understanding of what's going on around you."

I didn't need to take a second to absorb what he just said. "Who sent me the dream? You?"

"Yes."

"Who was the guy on the bus? Uh…Hannibal?"

"He's going to become your third oldest friend."

"You mean, after everybody dies around me, while I'll still look like a college student!"

"Yes."

"Who exactly are you, Natiecakes? What ties do I possibly have with you?"

Surprisingly, he was slightly intimidated by my outbursts. "Y-You raised me-"

"WHY! WHY THE FUCK WOULD I EVER RAISE YOU?!"

Nate just couldn't believe it. The woman he thought more of a mother than his own mom, his good friend, his hero, just screamed bloody murder at him. "Because you care about me. About all of us."

My anger had subsided when I heard his 'sad-little-boy' tone. "Who's 'us'?"

"Mutants, metahumans, everybody that's ever come to you for help. You literally care about everyone."

I sighed at his preaching. "Why are you here?"

"To block some of your memories."

"But why?"

"Because you asked me." This guy was starting to sound like a broken record.

"But why did I ask you?" I actually pleaded with him.

The man stared into my eyes and his fell immediately. I was just so sad looking that he couldn't handle it. "Ah…I-I can't do this." His shoulders slumped and he mumbled to himself, "Wade was so right."

"Who's Wade?" I had fallen to my knees, gazing up at him.

"Your second oldest friend." And then an awkward silence erupted between us.

Finally, after a few minutes, I said, "Look, what ever you plan to do, do it now. Please, before I change my mind." And just like before, I jerked forward. "You better hurry."

His eye glowed for a minute and I felt a little light headed. "Who's Nura Nal?" he asked me.

I shook my head. "I don't know." I said all 'ghetto-like'. (Author's Note: I apologize for the stereotype.)

"Who am I?" He asked, knowing what me anwer would be.

"Now that you mention it, who are you? Get outta my head! J'onn is gonna be pissed if he finds you up here." Another jerk.

"Do you remember why you're up here?"

"Yeah," I pointed behind me with another jerk, not quite sure what I was pointing at. "Th-The war thingy. It was all like boom! And fwoosh and burn-y and electrocute-y, and…all that jazz." I explained with crazy hand jestures.

The man smiled. "Right. Well, it looks like my job's done."

Yet another jerk. "Why ain't I waking up yet?"

His smile faded. "I don't know. You should've by now."

I grabbed his blue spandex shirt. "Get me out of here! You came in, there has to be a way out."

"Andi-" He tried to calm me down.

"Wake me up!" I cried frantically, tears just starting to stream down my face with another jerk. "Wake me up!"

The moment the dome had disappeared, medical teams rushed into the area, searching frantically for any survivors that might be there. Obviously, there were none. Two medics with a defibrillator ran over to me and hooked me up to the defibrillator.

"Clear!" One said, then he shocked me.

"Nothing." The other responded.

"Clear!" Another shock.

"Still flat."

"Clear!"

"Still nothing."

"Clear!"

For the fourth time, my body lifted and fell. Lifeless.

"Clear!!" Still nothing. "Damn it!" The medic threw the handles at the machine. "Damnitdamnitdamnit!"

And for the second time in my life, Death knocked at my door. How disappointed he will be when he realizes that I'm not going with him.

"Move!" A deep, commanding voice boomed, pushing the medic out of the way. J'onn J'onzz knelt down next to me. "I'm sorry about this." He plunged his right hand into the top left corner of my chest. He kept it there for a second before he removed it.

When his arm left, I shot up, gasping for air. I grabbed onto J'onn, him being the first thing I saw, and I held onto his arm ever so tightly. "I'M SORRY! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I shook my head and sobbed into his shoulder. "I promise, I'll never do it again. Oh, God I'm so sorry."

J'onn stroked my now long hair and, with a gentle demeanor etched into his face, he said, "Let's go home." He gathered me up, and flew off, leaving the gathering crowd of reporters behind.

He flew us up to the Watch Tower, where Wally, Bruce, John, Mr. Hawkins, basically everyone was waiting. When he had taken me into the infirmary, I looked down at my hands and practially screamed.

"J'onn! They melted to my hands! The rings melted to me!! J'onn get them off, get them off!!!!" I cried, frantically trying to grab the rings and tear them off my fingers.

He shushed me as he placed me on a bed. "No! I don't want to be quite!" I yelled at him. He laid one of his hands on my head, and I fell limp.

"What did you do?!" Mr. Hawkins went after him.

"Nothing. She's just passed out." J'onn reassured him.

"It's okay, Robert." Bruce came up and put his hand on the other man's shoulder. "J'onn knows what he's doing."

"I'm setting up some barriers in her mind." He started to explain. "It will hopefully help control her reaction to all of this. Based upon past experiences, she doesn't go through things well."

"Amen to that." Bruce mumbled to himself.

"Bruce, I need you to get those rings off her by any means possible. I don't care if you have to cut off her fingers, just do it." J'onn said to him as he kept my mind busy.

Thankfully, Bruce didn't have to resort to that. He was able to pry them off by using two forks to gently guide the rings off each of my fingers.

When he had gotten all four of them off, J'onn laid me back onto the bed, making sure that I would be comfortable when I would waken. He also covered me with a thin sheet, just in case I got cold.

"Let's let her rest, it's going to take a while for her brain to reboot. Especially in Safe-mode." J'onn turned to Mr. Hawkins. "Don't worry, she'll be fine."

"She better be." He threatened before Wally took him away.

"Come on, Richard, why don't we get some coffee."

After Wally had taken my new father to the cafeteria, Bruce pulled J'onn away from the bed and said to him in a hushed tone, "You know J'onn, it's okay for you to care about her. It couldn't hurt for her to have another father-figure."

"Bruce, I can't go through that again. I don't know how I'd react if I got too close, and I lost her." This was a side of J'onn that Brucie had never seen before.

Bruce placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "She just survived an explosion, J'onn. I think she'll be okay."

"You don't know that." J'onn was truly heart broken over me.

"J'onn, I have a little favor to ask. Can you watch out for her? Make sure that she doesn't get into too much trouble?"

"And how would I do that?"

"Now that you have a link to her head, just keep an eye on where she is, who she's with, and all that jazz. And when necessary, thow in a comment or two to keep her on the right path."

"She'll hate me for it."

"No she won't." Bruce gave him a reassuring smile. "Trust me."

J'onn sighed. "Fine."