The colors on the TV screen blurred and then went away altogether. The hi tech computer that took up a whole wall of the cave was suddenly flashing alarms with a blue screen of death popping up. The villain, Dr Dread, sighed.

"I see we have company." He said this with the resignation of a man who had done this too many times before.

I knew he knew I was there. I wasn't able to hide my presence. My own electromagnetic field wreeked havoc on any machinery in a 10 mile radius. I sighed too.

"Come on out Magneta." Dr Dread's voice echoed off the walls of the chamber. I smiled and moved a few feet to my left, pretending to be a happy hero.

"I don't know why you keep trying to do this. You know I show up every time, and every time you fail." A few henchmen started my way. They had already dropped their guns, as my electromagnetic field made their bullets useless against me.

I punched the first one in the face. He was new. Well, new enough that I didn't recognize him. The other sat down and put his hands behind his head. "Bob." I said with a nod. "How's the family?"

"They're doing fine ma'am. Can't complain." He nearly smiled.

"I keep hoping," Dr Dread said as he sat down as well, assuming the same position, "that you'll be out of state when I try to pull one of these jobs. You're seriously cutting into my bottom line." His face twisted.

We had done this dance a thousand times.

I whistled and a hawk came flying to my arm. I had to send messages this way. I had no other choice. It flew, swift as an arrow, toward the police station.

"You boys will understand if I tie you up real quick. I have other things to do today." They nodded, showing no resistance.

Once upon a time I had been normal. Or at least some version of it. Once upon a time, Dr Dread had actually tried to fight back. I didn't have super strength, just regular training with several of the other supers in the world. It made me fit and decent at fighting.

I walked away, sure that I didn't have anything to worry about. The hawk was fast, and the police would be there to collect the bad guys in a few minutes. I didn't like being there for that, as my presence also messed up their radios and guns. Not really helpful.

My apartment was empty except for a small couch, and a bed in the other room. I didn't have a TV. There wasn't much point. I had books, which was about the only semi-modern technology I could use. No cell phone, no house phone, no radio, no nothing. I couldn't even use a car.

I huffed and walked to the book shelf, pulling off a worn book I'd already read a dozen times. As I did so, I happened to look out the window. The two moons rising above the horizon made me sigh again.

I missed my own world. I missed my single moon. In my head, I damned for the millionth time the day I had went to work at the station housing the particle collider that had sent me to this world. So familiar, and yet so different from my own.