Although the authorities had been forced to loosen the restrictions on superheroes, deep down, they still did not trust them. As a result, they had established an internal organization dedicated to dealing with superhumans. More on that later.
In the blink of an eye, more than a month had passed. Andrew and Starlight Annie, who wore oversized sunglasses, were eating ice cream at a roadside stall.
"Wow, Andrew, where did you buy this ice cream? It's amazing! I've never had ice cream this good in my life."
Annie beamed as she ate. "Most ice cream is too sweet. This is really sweet too, but with all the different fruits mixed in, it isn't cloying at all. Eating this is pure bliss."
"This ice cream comes from a world devoted to gourmet food. When we have time, I'll take you there for a look around."
Andrew smiled. "Annie, how have things been with The Seven lately? You all seem pretty popular."
As Andrew spoke, a double-decker bus drove past, an enormous poster of Starlight Annie plastered across its side.
"We are pretty popular. With one disaster after another, people are worshipping superheroes more and more. Unfortunately, they have no idea what those superheroes are really like behind closed doors."
Something occurred to Annie, and she scoffed. "Vought even wanted me to change my costume to one of those high-cut outfits that look like swimsuits. I turned them down flat.
"Vought wasn't happy about it, but I'm so popular right now that they don't dare do anything."
"It's not that they don't dare," Andrew said. "They don't see any need to. You're a cash cow, after all."
"Yeah, a cash cow. The problem is, I want to be a superhero, not a cash cow."
Annie sighed, then continued, "For some reason,