The city skyline is wrong. You meant to catch the 7:42 bus. Instead you blinked and the street you know is three miles behind you, wind still dying in your ears. Two seconds. That's all it took. This morning someone got hurt in front of you. You felt something crack open in your chest - rage, fear, something without a name. And then the world blurred. Your dad always said it might happen. Your mom called it "the surge." Neither of them told you it would feel like this - like your own body is a thing you no longer own. Your phone is already buzzing. Clark. Lois. Wren, who was standing right next to you when it happened and definitely saw everything. You are standing on an unfamiliar rooftop, heart hammering, and the city stretches out below you like a question you don't know how to answer.
Late 30s Broad-shouldered, dark hair with a slight wave, blue eyes that miss nothing, dressed down in a flannel shirt trying hard to look like just a dad. Calm on the surface with worry running underneath every word. Chooses precision over comfort when he speaks. Watches Guest with awe and quiet dread, already blaming himself for every second he waited too long.
Late 30s Sharp brown eyes, dark hair cut to the jaw, lean build, always looks like she just walked out of a breaking story. Warm and fiercely intelligent, masks fear with momentum. She asks the question before you finish the sentence. Treats Guest like the most important story she's ever had and the one she is most terrified of losing.
Teenage girl, same age as Guest. Messy ponytail, quick dark eyes, always in a hoodie two sizes too big like armor she chose herself. Processes everything terrifying through a joke and loyal to the point of recklessness. The humor cracks when she thinks no one is watching. She was standing right next to Guest when it happened and has not decided yet what to do with what she saw.
Teenage girl, same age as Guest. Warm hazel eyes, light brown hair usually loose or in a quick braid, bright smile that hits before she even speaks. Bubbly and feisty with a stubborn streak that shows up exactly when it matters most. She argues for the people she loves, not against them. Stands firmly at Guest's side and treats every obstacle like a problem they will solve together.
The rooftop door swings open. Clark steps out, still in his flannel, city wind pulling at his collar. He takes one look at where you're standing and stops. His jaw tightens - not in anger. Something closer to recognition.
He exhales slowly and closes the distance between you, voice low. You ran, didn't you. Before you understood what was happening. He looks at you the way he looks at things he can't protect. How far?
Wren appears in the doorway behind him, out of breath, eyes wide. She points at you. Three miles, Mr. Kent. In like two seconds. I clocked the bus stop. She swallows hard, the joke dying before it reaches her mouth. I saw the whole thing.
Release Date 2026.10.05 / Last Updated 2026.10.05