The booming voice of James Olsen interrupts her reverie and Cat almost jumps out of her seat.

"Hey Cat, Leyeh just sent those reports that you requested. And the Judicial Council has agreed to meet with you about the discovery of Hellgrammites in National City, although they deny banishing them there," James says. "It's all set for 2 pm tomorrow," he adds.

"Tomorrow!" Cat blurts out. "I've been trying to set this meeting up for a week and they give me less than 24 hours notice," she snaps angrily.

James just shrugs. "Oh, hey would you like to try the Millennial Cafe tonight. Kal-X recommended that we try the swordfish," he says raising his eyebrows playfully.

"Intergalactic seafood? I don't think so, I'll stick to locally sourced food, god only knows how that swordfish got here," Cat quips.

"Fresh seafood is delivered weekly, it is cryogenically frozen when caught and then sent by rocket to Kandor," Kal-X informs her.

"Cryogenically frozen when caught?" Cat exclaims. "Is that a thing? James, how did we not know swordfish were being exported intergalactically?"

"Cat we are here on a planet that's not even in our own galaxy, there is an interactive robot computer in your office and imported swordfish is what you find shocking?" James asks mocking her playfully.

"Don't mock me James. You may be president of CATCO Intergalactic, but I am still the majority shareholder of CATCO Media. You still work for me," she reminds him sharply.

James is used to this rebuke by now, it used to scare him, but after five years he knows that she only half means it. "I made reservations for 8, meet you downstairs for drinks at 7?" He asks.

Cat nods, before going over to her desk to look over the reports on The Gazette that she asked Layeh to compile for her.


"Wow! These Kryptonian women are gorgeous," James exclaims as they sit at the hotel bar having drinks.

"It must be this gravitational pull, it's stronger. It would stand to reason that they burn more calories just walking around," Cat quips, then considers it herself. "I wonder if that applies to humans… I should ask Kara," she mumbles to herself.

"Kara?" James questions. "Who is Kara?"

"I went over to check out The Gazette and I stopped for a latte at the cafe across the street. I sort of ran into Kara Zor-El today," Cat explains reverently.

"Cat, I thought you weren't going to interfere with this?" James asks annoyed, not noticing her expression.

"I'm not interfering. I was just curious and thought I'd play tourist and just go check it out," Cat confesses. "It was the middle of the afternoon, I didn't realize that she would get her own coffee. She's an executive, she should have an assistant do that," she adds.

"Wait, did she know why you were there? Did she know who you were?" He questions.

"I didn't exactly tell her who I was or why I was there. I told her my name was Catherine Foster. I couldn't tell her that I was Cat Grant, that would have spoiled the conversation. Wait until you meet her, you'll understand," Cat replies quickly.

"I meet her on Thursday and she's a journalist Cat, she's going to figure it out," James reminds her as he takes a large sip of his scotch. "I still don't understand why you feel the need to hide the fact that you came on this trip," he adds.

"I'm investigating the Kryptonian government, it's better that they don't know that I'm here. Catherine Foster is legally my name, so it's not as if I am lying to anyone," she points out.

"Well, you really think that no one on Krypton knows that you're Cat Grant?" James asks cheekily.

"I paid that IT consultant an exorbitant amount to scrub my photos from the internet after the accident, I suppose that we will find out if I got my money's worth now," Cat quips.


Cat and James enter the Millennial Cafe and can't help but be impressed. The design of the room only enhances the view of the spires that make up the skyline of Argo City. The red sun is just beginning to set and it is casting beautiful shadows of pink and salmon across the sky.

"I have to get pictures of this view," James says breathlessly.

"Please do," Cat remarks in awe as she stands beside him.

"Olsen, two for dinner at 8. We are a bit early," he admits to the hostess waiting for them to approach.

"It will just be a few minutes, would you care to wait in the lounge?" She asks and then both nod and follow her.

James orders them both drinks and as he returns to the table he gasps again. "Wow. Just wow," he stammers looking at the two women who just entered. Cat looks up and her eyes widen at the sight of Kara Zor-El in formal wear with an attractive woman on her arm. Cat turns away, thankful that James is there for her to hide behind.

The hostess snaps to attention and immediately leads them across the dining room to the center table. Another couple enters as the hostess returns to her station and again, she reacts the same way, leading the next couple to the same table.

"I think that last couple was Mr and Mrs Zor-El," James remarks.

"Kara Zor-El was the taller one in the first couple," Cat replies taking a sip of her martini.

"Wait, I've seen her photos on her book jackets and she is attractive, but that is hot model level attractive," he exclaims.

"Well, now you understand my earlier dilemma," Cat quips as the hostess returns to show them to their table.

If Cat was smitten with Kara before, the sight of her in formal wear dining at the best table in the restaurant has the media mogul questioning her stance on love at first sight. Cat breathlessly watches Kara hold herself gracefully, even her laugh is elegant. Finally, Cat turns her chair slightly so she can avoid staring at the other table.

"You realize that she's sitting there with her parents and her girlfriend," James points out noticing Cat's preoccupation.

Cat rolls her eyes. "Yes, obviously she is involved, so don't think for one minute that I am going to do anything to embarrass myself here," Cat replies sharply. Yes, she realizes that this girl crush she has on Kara Zor-El is unprofessional, but her intention is to just befriend the woman. Cat doesn't make friends easily and the distraction will help her get through the weeks here on this planet away from her family.

Across the room Kara can feel the other woman's eyes on her, but she is hesitant to draw attention to her. Kara may not be that experienced with relationships, but she could feel an instant attraction to Catherine Foster and she's fairly certain it was mutual. Now, she just needs to keep her distance from the other woman, she'll only be here a few weeks and Mala's insecurity has only gotten worse. Kara understands, when her first book was published, it was unsettling to be recognized and approached by strangers, but she would have thought that her girlfriend would be used to it by the third book release.


Cat sits on the enclosed balcony of her suite looking out over the lights of Argo City. It is breathtakingly beautiful and unlike any city lights she's ever seen before. Which is fitting she thinks amused that it looks other worldly and it literally is other worldly.

Her thoughts are interrupted by Kal-X. "Ms Catherine Foster, you have an incoming message from Carter Grant," the robot states approaching her.

"Can we switch to visual feed, Kal-X?" Cat asks getting more comfortable with the robot.

"Yes, there is a two minute satellite delay with visual feed," Kal-X explains.

"Mom, I miss you so much," Carter blurts out when her image appears on his computer screen.

"I miss you too, my beautiful boy. I was just thinking of sending you a message," Cat says clapping her hands together excited to see her son's image projected on the screen. "Kal-X come here to the window and show him the view," she adds.

"Mom, who are you talking too?" Carter asks, then goes quiet as he looks out at the lights of Argo City. "Whoa," he says softly.

"They use these robots here for, well, almost everything. They are called Kal-X and this one is in my suite, he or rather, it helps me. It can make dinner reservations, take messages while I'm out, send messages for me when I'm here. In fact this call is streaming through Kal-X now," Cat explains knowing her son will be excited about the robot.

"Mom, I want to go to Krypton next time, please?" He pleads.

"We will have to see. It's very different here, Carter. The gravity is stronger. It is worse than the jetlag that we got on the Australia trip," Cat says reminding him that they were in Australia for three days before he spent more than an hour out of the hotel room at a time.

"It looks so cool," he replies and looks over at his father. "Um Mom, Dad wants to talk to you now. I love you goodnight," Carter says quickly blowing her a kiss like he did as a child.

Cat reaches up to grab it, but with the delay, she doesn't know if he saw her. Smiling to herself she looks up at Robert and is surprised to see the look of awe on his face.

"You're really on another planet?" He marvels out loud. "Adam sends his love, he's still at the office," Robert explains.

"Yes, I am on Krypton. Richard Branson isn't the only one who can travel to other planets," she quips playfully.

"I know, I know. But Krypton, that's really impressive Cat," he admits. "I just wanted you to know that Carter is doing really well but he misses you like crazy, so be careful and get back soon."

Cat tries to mask her shock at Robert's words, then remembering the delay, she quickly thanks him and says good night, making a note to send a message to Adam tomorrow.


"Hellgramites are not native to Krypton," Alura states firmly.

"I realize that, but this one spoke Kryptonian," Cat points out.

"That means nothing," Alura counters. "I am speaking English now and I am still Kryptonian."

Cat looks down, the other woman makes a valid point.

"The US Government scientists found a ship in the desert, it had these markings on it," Cat replies handing over a few photos to the committee.

The four members of the council lean towards Alura and review the photos. Discussing them in Kryptonian, Cat can only make out a few words, not enough to understand what they're saying though.

"These marking indicate the ship was built in Kandor," Alura admits reluctantly. "It could possibly be one of our prison ships."

"A prison ship?" Cat questions. "What exactly do you do with these prison ships?"

"Prison ships are sent to the phantom zone," Alura replies. "They are held there in stasis, indefinitely."

"Held in stasis, indefinitely? Then just how did it get to Earth?" Cat asks angrily. "And how many of these prison ships are out there in the phantom zone? Could more of them end up on Earth?"

"We don't know that any of them have landed on Earth," Alura cautions.

"Do you keep records of who is on these so-called prison ships? Perhaps if I can provide a list of extraterrestrials that my government has detained, then we could determine if this is actually one of your prison ships," Cat inquires.

The council whispers again among themselves and it's obvious from their body language that they are not going to provide anything further, so Cat muddles through the rest of the meeting, trying to focus, while considering what other options are available.


"You're not serious?" Lucy Lane is speechless as she listens to Cat's recap of her meeting with the Judicial Board. "They have launched countless prison ships out into space and they could be landing anywhere?"

"Yes, apparently, they believed that they were banishing them to this so-called phantom zone for an eternal life of stasis," Cat explains. "Remind me not to break any laws here on Krypton," she quips.

"Okay, I'll see what I can find out through my government contacts. But Cat, I doubt that they will release a list of captured extraterrestrials to the media though," Lucy replies thoughtfully.

"Tell them where I am and why I need it," Cat snaps back. "And I'll sign whatever to get it," she adds.

"You'd sign a government non-disclosure?" Lucy asks.

"Yes, it wouldn't be the first time. Just make sure that it's limited to only what they provide," Cat points out.