La Cage Aux Folles

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The island's many surprises aren't exhausted yet.

Somewhere inside the labyrinthine complex, a new system springs to life. Switches suddenly become live beneath the island's infrastructure. And a new readout begins its ominous, silent countdown in neon blue digits ...

SELF DESTRUCT ACTIVATED. DETONATION IN 20:00 ... 19:59 ... 19:58 ...

Thanksgiving Day

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Today was a day to spend with family, to reflect on your life and decide what you had to be thankful for. Kyle Rayner had several things to be thankful for; a loving girlfriend, an amazing mother, friends he could trust, and the most powerful weapon in the galaxy on his finger. This Thanksgiving though, the only thing he could be thankful for was that his mother was still among the living. At the same time, she wasn't getting any better yet, and nothing the doctors were doing seemed to help.

With a frustrated sigh, Kyle slumped wearily in his chair to exhausted to move, but to worried to sleep. That was when he caught the smell of good cooking and a heard a gentle knock on the hospital door.

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Hugh Dawkins was trying to follow a scent. Trying to pick up some vestige of Dinah. Oracle apparently could predict where she was jumping around in the complex, but it was good to have more than one person tracing her, and in a different way.

Unfortunately, she hadn't been let out of her cell, apparently - leaving nothing to track her by. No deoderant, no sweat, no chemicals she carries with her.

More to his dismay, he was trying to keep track of altogether too many scents. Too many moving scents. Too many good guys and bad guys to trace, to know where they are or where they're going. Hugh has to start dropping a few of them from tracking if he wants to be able to pay attention to any single one well enough.

Some new scent hits him, though - not too potent, but it's enough. He can't quite identify it, but he does know it's from a person.

A few more sniffs...and Hugh is following it, locked on.

Over the river and through the woods?

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Jesse Chambers has a morning routine: she rises, she showers, she drinks coffee and reads the paper, she prepares for work, she leaves. 75 minutes on the nose, every day, unless she uses superspeed.

To prepare for Thanksgiving dinner? Two hours.

And fifteen minutes.

Jesse is still tugging self-consciously at the sleeves of her dress as she looks at the door to Libby Lawrence's house, not yet knocking.

All in all, she'd rather be eating Thanksgiving dinner at Burger Barn.