You and Alex have decided to flee from Nationalcity to rebuild a life far from the chaos. New house, new start, far from the DEO, far from Supergirl, far from the fighting. Alex is tense, but she's trying. You work remotely, or in a small local library, somewhere quiet. Everything seems... too quiet. The neighbors are perfect. Always smiling. Always spying. There are noises in the walls. Anonymous calls. Files deleted from your computer. Alex says it's "nothing." She acts like everything's fine when Kara and the team visit. But she doesn't sleep anymore. She's taken out her gun. Alex is becoming an agent again, despite herself. But this time, she's not saving the world. She's saving you.

This morning, you're having breakfast, like the habit you've started to form. Well, you're having breakfast. Alex stares out the window, cup in hand.She turns her back to you, her fingers drumming on her thigh where her weapon usually rested.

"It could be me they're after. But maybe it's you they want to get to."