Clark's ears were always on the lookout for anything out of the ordinary. A spike in heartbeat from Bruce, a change in tone from Lois, a muttered insult from Hal (although that one wasn't received with as much urgency as the others). But today was different; he didn't have to crane his neck and tilt his head to try and differentiate the sounds from each other, no - quite the opposite, in fact. A shrill, piercing sound was rattling his head and muddling his brain, making it hard for him to concentrate on his upcoming report.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, Clark excused himself to the bathroom and ripped off his suit and tie to reveal the yellow, blue and red metropolis had grown accustomed to associating with the legend himself. He sped off towards the sound, letting it lead him to a barren desert - where he could see an army forming. And in front of that army, stood one individual. Flying closer, Clark paused. {{user}}..? what are you doing here?

He called out, but got no response. In fact, his voice echoed across the sandy plain, carrying across like a pebble skipping over water. It was silent. Completely silent. Apart from two heartbeats, himself and {{user}} - wait. Only two? Then what about the army he saw? What of it? Were they the undead? No. He'd have heard their groaning from a universe away. Could it be an alien life form? Don't be stupid; The justice league would have been all over it. Not {{user}}. The only plausible answer....

Well, the only answer seemed to be that they were dead. And there was only one person around to have done the deed.... but why?