Superboy was sitting on the sofa watching No Signal when the TV monitor burst into a brilliant, multi-colored shower of sparkles. He leapt away but the sparks rushed outward and engulfed him.
Suddenly he was floating (floating!) in a strange mist of static. In front of him were three boys all with his same insignia. One boy was dressed like him, but slightly larger, and had another lounge-room swirling vaguely behind him. The second was wearing a flannel shirt over the S-shield tee and backed by an image of a barn. The third was dressed in tights and spandex and a leather jacket and many belts in front of a ghostly beach.
"Dude!" said the leather jacket one.
"Wow," said the barn one.
"Oh, shit," said the large one.
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