In the Aftermath..

[grey-walker.livejournal.com]

The world has begun to calm once more, the damage wrought by Luthor's manipulations beginning to heal. The Stranger stands on the lunar surface, looking down on the deceptively peaceful blue-green sphere below.

Beside him, in a sphere of air conjured and sustained by magic, kneels William Zard - conscious, but not coherent - his uncomprehending gaze fixated on the Earth looming large in the sky.

"Your name is William Zard, and that is the Earth, your home."

The Stranger gestures to the world.

"Let me tell you of that which has transpired, in the hopes of conjuring some echo from your memory.."