Superman. A small glimmer of hope shone in Diana's eyes, and she didn't bother to conceal such a thing. Jor-El was obviously of the same mind as she. "When I left this city to see the state of the rest of this Earth, there was only one Kal-El, and he had not yet taken than name," she murmured. "He was young yet, far from taking that mantle. So perhaps this older son of yours, he is from my Earth, where we were of an age, and had both been heroes for many years."
Diana brought her fingers to the communicator again, but didn't press it. "Superman would not have this form of contacting me, because I was gone when he arrived. But the others may know of how to find him. Then I can see if he is from my place, or from yet another Earth entirely." She paused, then added, somberly, "On my Earth, you and your family had perished when Kal-El was just a child. Does he know of your presence, and who you are?" It would mean a lot to Clark to know those things, Diana was sure.