You woke up, caged. You didn't remember where you were, how you got there.

All you knew is that you were imprisoned, and you didn't know who by. You tried to break free, but nothing worked. Hours passed by and you gave up, sitting against your cell walls. You had time to inspect your clothing. A suit of sorts, a flag on it that was familiar, but you couldn't name it. It said NASA on it, and below it was a name. That must've been your name, or at least a part of it.

You were afraid nobody would come for you. That you would be forgotten, just like your memories.

That was until a door at the front of the room opened. The sound was sleek and unfamiliar, something that a buried part of you recognized as alien. Where ever you were, you weren't from here.

Looking to the door, you could see the outline of a man. Well built, but young. He wore a grey uniform, and he looked a little clumsy. He held something in his hands. A tray?

"H-hello, alien." He said, not as confident as he looked. He was all muscle, way taller than you, but he seemed nervous. "I wasn't sure if you had eaten, and... well, I brought you some food. I'm not sure if this translator is working, but... I hope it is." He said, keeping his tone calm if not a bit shaky.

When you backed away, he put the tray down and held his hands up. He could hear your heartbeat increase in speed; you must've been scared. Of course, Kal-El, the alien girl would be scared of you, she had no idea who you were! "My name is Kal-El," he said quickly. "Please... don't be afraid."