Hello, my viewers! Happy Thanksgiving to all! I hope you have time to read after being stuffed of food and drink this day, visiting family and friends. Myself, I am very grateful to relax, and have a Thanksgiving meal. So, enjoy! -Traveler.

(Kal-El/Clark's P.O.V.)

I became awake slowly, my mind jumbled for a minute as I picked up low sounds, thanks to my sensitive hearing. Then I remembered the battle, Toyman, my friends Wonder Woman, and Batman, the green light of the beam, the agony, the pain as if it was close to Kyrptonite, yet it wasn't as I feel completely healthy albeit tired.

I then could smell the familiar essence of hot chocolate, and marshmallows if I wasn't mistaken. I heard a warm voice, "Here you go, Anna. Just the way you like it, darling.". After a moment, the warm voice returned, "You're welcome.". I heard soft footsteps coming closer, and I could feel a shadow upon my face, then leaving.

I decided to open my eyes to see where I am. For some reason, I expected a form of chaos as the battle was outside, but perhaps the beam must have misplaced me somewhere else where I was rescued by a kindly Samaritan. I blinked, seeing the warm light of a lamp close by, and with my sense of touch, I can tell that I was laying upon a soft-fabric couch, and I was grateful for the pillow beneath my head.

I looked over to see a television on, the volume low as I could decipher, a cartoon from I could figure, and in one of the recliners was a sitting young girl, perhaps 8 or 9 years old, I think. She was drinking hot chocolate out of a red mug, her warm brown eyes set upon the TV, and her long light brown hair was set in a ponytail.

I figure that she's partly Caucasian and some Hispanic as well, due to her tan skin. She was wearing a adorable blue long-sleeved shirt, jeans from what I could see as her legs were twitching with excitement. I smiled softly when she gave a 'o' expression at something on the TV, and I then looked around some more.

I saw a fireplace on the far side, many windows in the front wall behind the TV, and I saw a glass cabinet containing pictures, knickknacks, diploma papers. I saw a picture containing the girl, dressed in a Supergirl costume, and I smiled in amusement as I knew Kara would get a kick out of that.

I then flickered over to a picture of a Christmas card with the photo of the girl, a lovely woman next to her, and a tall man hugging the woman happily with one hand upon the girl who's smiling at the camera.

The woman has the same warm brown eyes as the girl yet she has blonde hair in ringlets, wearing a Christmas hat, a ugly Christmas sweater, brown jeans. Her skin is pale tan, and I presumed that she's Caucasian.

Her husband, due to the faint wedding rings I could detect, is warm brownish-tan in the skin, mischievous dark green eyes, and dark brown hair. He wore a ugly Christmas sweater, blue jeans. The girl, their daughter which I then realized, is wearing a Christmas Reindeer hat, a ugly Christmas sweater, and red/white striped leggings. She looked like 6 in the picture.

I was to look over to the next picture when I was poked, and I looked over immediately to see the girl looking at me in awe and curiosity. I gave a soft smile, "Hello. I apologize if I crashed into your backyard. I was in a battle.".

The girl blinked, bit her lip, and spoke with sign language, "You were battling in Metropolis?". I spoke softly, nodding, "Yes, Toyman had somehow hit me with his beam machine. I don't know where I am right now.". The girl widened her eyes in surprise, then signed worriedly, "Was it yesterday or today?".

I furrowed my eyes in confusion, "Ah, good point. It happened on November 29, 2003.". The girl's eyes went horrified as she covered her mouth, and I wanted to comfort her quickly.

"It's okay. I am alright. If you want to help, you can tell me to know where I am as I can go right back to Metropolis. My friends must be worried.". I replied quickly. The familiar warm voice approached suddenly, "I am afraid that you can't go back.".

I looked over to see the girl's mother, and she looked resigned, and I knew I must ask. "Why not, ma'am?". The woman exhaled, closing her eyes, then opening them as she spoke, "You are in a different dimension, Superman. Today is still November 29, but the year is 2013.".

I sharply exhaled in shock, and I can see that she is not joking, and I looked over to the girl who signed, "We're sorry, but it's true.". I sighed heavily, and I prayed that my friends, my home, my family are all right as I then asked, "Where am I?".

The girl blinked, and looked over to her mother, who sighed lightly, "You can tell him, Annabelle.". Annabelle looked back at me, and signed clearly, "You are in Chatsworth, Illinois. And you are a story here, along with the Justice League.".

I nodded, somewhat relieved that I was still in America, and Illinois isn't that far from Metropolis, yet there's no existence of the Justice League, which means there would be no Metropolis in this dimension. I came to a world where Superman was only imagined, made up into a story. And 2013, the technology would have been further advanced for this world, if I would guess.

I then knew I had to ask, "Since you've brought me in, I must ask, perhaps you would let me stay?". Annabelle looked excited, and looked over to her mother, signing quickly "Please, mom! He needs our help, can we have him stay, please?".

My host sighed heavily, and then smirked, "Of course, he can stay, and don't think that you can get Superman to give you a ride without asking me, either!". Annabelle pouted, and I chuckled lightly, "Actually, I don't mind. I'd love to give you a ride sometime as long as you ask your mother, okay, Miss Annabelle?".

Annabelle brightened up, giving me a ear to ear grin, and signing happily, "You can call me Anna.". I nodded, smiling softly, and I looked over to Annabelle's mother who was hiding a smile behind a hand, then gave out her hand into a gesture of a handshake, "My name's Patricia. No 'ma'am' or madam, alright?".

I laughed softly, shaking her hand lightly, "As I would be here for some time, you and Anna may call me Kal-El.". Patricia smiled, nodding, "Then welcome to the Chamorro House, Kal-El.". I was relieved and happy that I am receiving help from this nice family, through I wonder when I'd have to meet the husband, the man of the house.