It was at around this time that, millions of miles away, a lone alien on a distant planet happened to glance at his watch and notice the time and date. "Shit!" he said. "I have a date!" And in an instant, he was gone.
Meanwhile, Gar was doing a fairly successful job of dancing. It was one of his few marketable skills. "Green" and "superhero" weren't really as impressive as it should have been anymore, but dancing was always pretty good to know. "I know what you're thinking, Sophie. You're thinking, could this guy be any better at dancing? The answer is no. No one, ever, has outstepped Gar Logan."