The Universe's Mixer

The statue was much heavier than she imagined. If she allowed herself to use magic, simply whisking it into the shop with telekinesis would have been easy. Where was a slayer to do the heavy lifting when you needed one. Willow thought about calling some kind of moving service for help but the idea of some underpaid hireling breaking the statue was too ugly a thought.

Somehow she managed.

Willow removed the bowler hat and the shower curtain. She tried to wash away the marker-made facial hair but that didn't work as well. The witch decided against harsh chemicals in fear of damaging it. But now what? She heard the rumors about an auction selling Superman. The paper wrote numerous articles about his disappearance.

If this was Superman, turned to stone, Willow finally had an opportunity to do something good. But if she used magic to undo what had been done, she also risked going back to what she tried so hard to avoid. She decided to distract herself with research and preform a few simple tests.

( What better research tool was there than google? )

Selina sat at the coffee shop staring into space. Things has been quiet since the initial turmoil in The City. People had disappeared again, not that this was new, but the mass disappearance was rather queer. She put her hands around her mug, the warmth of the coffee was transfered into her hands and relaxed her.

Everyone seemed to have disappeared. She hadn't found Dexter, although to be honest, she hadn't tired that hard. There had also been no sign of Bruce for a while. And to top it off, buildings were still moving and adjusting, so her nocturnal roaming had been cut off, at least until things settled down a bit more.

She sighed deeply. Selina needed something to do.

She continued her musings and slowly sipped her coffee.