This world wasn't so different from Earth, at least it didn't poison him like Krypton. The star was a yellow sun, so he could still draw power from it and retain his abilities. At least so far everything seemed to be in working order after his stabbing. Which in itself was incredible, considering he dropped into a new reality in critical condition, luckily the medical team weren't strangers to Kryptonian physiology. Thanks to his cousin. Kara. It was a shame she had returned before he'd had the chance to meet her. But if she existed in one of the multiple universes, perhaps she still existed in his own, and one day they'd meet.
Opening his eyes, he drew himself out of his thoughts and gave one last glance to the sun, before heading back down from the stratosphere to the world below. The sonic boom as he broke the sound barrier never failed to put a smile on his face and he let his speed open up fully, hurtling toward the ocean and sending up spray as he passed by, just centimetres from the surface. When the lights of Atlantis came into view he slowed, heading for a quieter part of the shore, spiralling upward for the sheer fun of it, then floating lightly back down, feeling gravity trying to speed up his descent, but denying it's hold.