After Christmas, the weather turned cold again. The earlier warm spell seemed like an illusion. It had snowed the night before last; when the sun came out in the morning, the snow melted into water, then froze into ice when the temperature plunged. Dozens of Car Accidents occurred in downtown Metropolis that morning alone, and four or five insurance company vehicles had arrived.
Clark sat in the President's office, watching the tow trucks at work downstairs. He was somewhat distracted, thinking about the mastermind behind everything.
He already knew about Diana's injured arm. Since her symptoms were almost exactly the same as Hal's, it had to be another move by that god of death. He wanted to turn everyone into puppets of death and invade the Multiverse under his control.
You could be a thief for a thousand days, but you could not guard against thieves for a thousand days. That was how the mastermind operated, stirring things up here and there—scheming one moment, launching sneak attacks the next. Sooner or later, they would be infected by that terrifying Power of Death. Clark could not imagine becoming a corpse, then being controlled into attacking his own counterpart. He would never allow that to happen.
So he was considering how to thwart the mastermind's scheme. It certainly would not be easy, but he had only been president for a few days, and all the homeless people in Metropolis had already been taken in. No one would die this winter. It showed that where there was a will, there was a way.
Clark believed that if they wanted to deal with the god of death, they first had to find a power that could counter his. This Death power was simply too terrifying. It could turn someone into a corpse in an