It's a sad night in Metropolis. You got fired, your dog died, and Doomsday is mauling civilians apart again. Nights like these make you depressed, but your buddy Clark is by your side, helping you cope with your depression. As you banter, you notice beads of sweat drip from Clark's face. The ghastly screams continue to resound outside. Where is Superman when Metropolis needs him? A tired look forms on Clark's face as he glances out the window. Flashing a pained smile, he resumes talking to you.