I land lightly on a roof in order to regain some energy so that I'll be able to continue traveling. I could tell that I was running kind of low.

I look around as I continue to listen for the sound of a voice. You already know whose it is.

All right. Where the hell are you, asshole?

I'm starting to think that I should have left sooner. Maybe before dinner. I could have come back and had it, leaving a note that I went for a walk which would technically be true.

Well, I did want to think of a plan.

I check the clock on my phone. Dabney's probably still awake. It's not that late.

I put my phone back inside of my pocket then continue traveling. I'm starting to hate how big Metropolis is.

Shit, now I wish that I had let Clark help. He could have gotten in touch with Superman for me.

Then again, that would more than likely lead to him finding out that I'm a Meta and I don't think that's something I feel ready to let him know just yet. Sure, there's a part of me that feels kind of bad about that but that's not something I'll be listening to.

It would be pretty cool to fight alongside Superman though. My photokinesis would be a big help to him.

I've always thought of using the hero name Force. Sure, it doesn't take all of my powers into consideration but I like how it sounds.

It would be just Force, yes. There's no way in hell that I want to be known as Force Girl.

Why should I be defined by my gender? There's so much more to me than that.

I land lightly on another roof.

Don't worry about my sleep. There's no reason that I can't sleep in.

I'm sure I probably won't be doing that for very long though. No, it wouldn't be because I'm a morning person. I have a concert that I'm looking forward to. This is the first one that I'll be performing in.

I have a photo album where I keep ticket stubs for concerts that I've watched. There's a sizable number of ticket stubs inside, including my very first one. You know, the one that I told Clark about.

I think I'll get that too when I make the trip to my place with him. Kind of funny that I'm actually not too far from it right now.

Not that that means that I'll be grabbing anything. I have a mission that I want to carry out after all.

This is really starting to get annoying. Where the hell can that asshole be?

I rub my eyes. I hate that I'm starting to get tired but it is past the time that I usually go to bed.

I don't want to give up though. Surely, I've got to be getting close by now.

I wish that I had a better way of tracing him. Obviously, that's something I can't use any of my powers to help me with which, even though that sucks, sure as hell isn't going to stop me from liking the fact that they're something I have.

Sure, you know that I wish that I could have used them to save Dad but dwelling on that is not going to get me anywhere. I'm pretty sure you've already figured that out but I didn't think it would hurt to check.

I'll check the time on my phone again, while I'm at it, because I might as well. It's earlier than I thought. I didn't feel like I've been out that long.

I bet Clark's probably noticed that I'm gone though.

I put my phone in my pocket, kind of hating that, more than likely, he's worried about me. No, it's not the worry that I hate. It's the fact that I'm the one responsible for it.

Damn it, I hate feeling guilty but he's already done so much for me and in less than a day! I repaid him in the shittiest way that I could by, technically, running away.

Who's the asshole now?

Maybe I should head back. No, I definitely should head back.

I'm really starting to get tired.

I could just make sure that Clark has Superman handle Dabney. Part of me wants to come too though I don't really mind if it turns out that can't be arranged.

Now, which way is his place again?

I'm not lost, am I? I don't think that I am.

I look around. Yeah, I'm pretty sure that I know how to get back from here.

Hey, wait a minute. I've seen that red and blue blur before.

You can't live in Metropolis and not be familiar with it. That would be Superman, although it could be his cousin.

No, it's him.

Uh oh. Am I in trouble?

Yeah, right.

What's he going to do? Ground me?

He can't do that but I can tell he noticed me.

It's not very long at all before he's hovering in front of me. "Starling, we need to talk."

Hey, how does he know my name?

I go over his voice in my mind. A realization come to me. One that makes sense but seems almost impossible yet, at the same time, I'm actually pretty sure that it's true.

"Yeah, no shit, Clark."