The winds outside stirred the leaves to a cloud of angry fish.  People huddled within their overcoats, all thinking of Yuri Gargarin and perhaps other Russian figures in history.

                But that didn't matter.

                In the highest office, of the highest building, of the highest city in Kansas (which was not very high, because Kansas is pretty goddamn flat….)

                Martha Kent stared morosely at the phone she was expected to answer.

                She hated working as a receptionist.

                                                                THE END