The Bizarro landed in front of Clark. He looked down with sorrowful, mismatched eyes. "In my world, I was a father," the monster said. "I had sons. Here, I see them... and they look at me with fear."

"I think... I think I can find his world," Jordan said quietly. "If I can connect with him, maybe we can send him home. Maybe we can fix what he broke."

Clark dodged, but the edge of the beam caught his cape. The fabric shattered like glass. The cold radiated out, and Clark felt his solar reserves plummeting. He dropped to one knee in the dirt, his breath visible in the sudden arctic chill.