Ethan Mitchell held nothing but pure repugnance for his job, even though it kept the monthly rent paid for his one room apartment. Never had he imagined that he would end up working a full time job as a window washer. Being more than twenty stories up high each day never seemed to put him on edge, he never possessed a real fear of heights. Besides, Ethan had a spectacular view of downtown Chicago.
At twenty-five years of age and single, Ethan still held an optimistic view of his future. He played the guitar professionally and very soon he had plans to start his own solo career in the music business. Having written more than twelve songs already, he would be on the roll pretty soon. He daydreamed while cleaning a scummy window clear with a squeegee, forty- five stories up. He peered through the thick glass into an empty office, probably belonging to a rich doctor or dentist. "Some people are just born lucky," he thought to himself. Ethan failed to notice that the rope on the left side of the scaffold had not been secured properly.
Linda Lee walked along the streets of Midvale, now and again glancing at her bracelet. It had been three hours, and still nothing. She refused to give up hope, remembering that her teacher and friend on Argo, named Zaltar, had taught her that. Ahead of her, some miles away, Linda could see the skyscrapers of downtown Chicago. She wondered if Earth also possessed a special type of matter wand similar to Zaltar's, used to create such beauty. It absolutely captivated her. But she had no time to stop and admire the city, and most importantly, Argo City's inhabitants probably had less than three days to survive.
As Linda turned away from Chicago, her ears picked up a cry of terror which originated from a good distance away. People continued to stroll past the young girl as she stood in place on the sidewalk, now staring back toward downtown. Linda focused on the distant buildings, using her Super Telescopic Vision to locate the source of the scream. A dark haired young man was in trouble, hanging on to dear life from a scaffold, secured by some type of rope or cable to the top of a high rise building. His screams filled Linda's Super Sensitive ears as if he were right beside her. Without drawing any unwanted attention, Linda Lee ducked into a nearby dead end alley.
His face and hands moist with perspiration, Ethan continued to cling on to the rope of the scaffold, with one end of it pointing directly toward the deserted street many stories below. There were no passer bys or people on the street that possessed any idea he was in a very serious predicament. "HEEEEEEEELLLLP! PLEASE HELP MEEEEE!" He could feel his sweaty grip on the rope loosening, so he tried climbing the rope to bide him more time in case rescue would show up. But deep inside, he knew that rescue would not be coming anytime soon. Ethan made the fatal mistake of looking down, further inducing his panic. One final time, he screamed as loud as his vocal chords would allow, and that was when he lost his grip on the braided rope.
Ethan plummeted towards the Earth screaming in terror. A terror that he had never known before in his young life. Visions flashed before him and mercifully, he suddenly passed out from shock. Thirty feet above the ground, a strong pair of arms clad in blue caught the young man in mid air. Supergirl carried Ethan over her shoulder, flying upward along the tall gray building. She grabbed hold of the scaffold with her right hand, carrying it up to the roof of the skyscraper, setting it near a maintenance shed. In seven seconds she and the unconscious Ethan were back down on the sidewalk near the building. Quickly, Supergirl rounded a corner, changing back into Linda Lee at Super Speed. She knelt down to look at the man she rescued.
Linda softly stroked the man's hair and sweaty face as he lay on a bench she had placed his body on. Slowly but surely, Ethan began to come to. Linda gave him room to breathe as he tried opening his eyes. She found him to be very handsome, as the man tried focusing on her very form.
Ethan opened his eyes to bright sunlight glaring down on him, but the light was suddenly blotted out by a shape very close to him. As his vision returned, he believed that he was in heaven due to the very bright light, and the extremely beautiful brunette looking back at him with the sweetest smile and the most amazing eyes he had ever seen on another human being. An angel? "You're going to be allright. There's no broken bones." For some reason, Ethan felt paralyzed, so all he could do was return the smile, as if he were a seven year old child. He passed out again.
Sirens filled the air a short distance away. Linda knew that they were still some blocks away from her and the dark haired man. He would be well taken care of, so Linda took one last look at his face, and silently fled the area.
Some minutes later Ethan opened his eyes to a paramedic and Chicago policeman leaning over him. Behind the two uniformed men, he could see red lights flashing from an ambulance van and two police cars. "Say, buddy? You allright? What happened to ya? We received some reports of someone screaming for help." Ethan had not the slightest clue of what had transpired within the last ten minutes. The last thing he could remember was hanging from the scaffold high above the city. He expected to be singing with the angels in heaven by now, but low and behold, he was alive and well, lounging on a sitting bench next to a bus stop. "I…I think an….angel… sa….saved my… my life!"