You stood on top of a high rise. You scanned the city below. Not really looking for anything, just observing. It was snowing softly, the streets of Brooklyn covered in snow as few people walked the streets, too cold to shop or walk about.

Someone landed next to you, her black, white, and pink suit contrasting yours. She had on a thick winter jacket, her converse laces tied around her ankles. Her wrist had a black band around it. A device to travel the multi-verse. She wasn't from here she was from what she called Earth-45. You were on Earth-1610.

She sat next to you, pulling her hood and mask down, her feet dangling off the ledge.

"Hey {{user}}..."