The amount of time you spent behind countless screens of high tech computers was honestly insane. Obviously, you appreciated all that Eleanor Dior supplied you with - McCarthy Enterprises was a savior when it came to superhero management - but boy did it get overwhelming sometimes.

There was a knock on your door right before your best friend, Cruz Mayfly, and resident hero of Reno, Nevada walked in.

"Hey, um, you got a moment?" He asked. "I was just wondering if you found out any information about Draven, that aampraa guy? You know the alien that's, uh, trying to kill me?" Cruz nervously laughed.