KF patted my back. "Don't be so hard on yourself. It was your first mission after three years."
"But I was so sure that was an Earthbender!" I exclaimed. "I mean, what else could make the ground shake?"
"Umm, a big power drill that fell into a hole?" He smiled encouragingly.
I glared at him, then looked at the computer screen. "Where's Robin?"
He shrugged. "Batman said he was heading to base, so he's heading here."
I spun around in the revolving chair. "Go home, Wally. You don't have to stay with me."
"Are you sure?"
I nodded. "Thanks, anyway." The silence that followed after he left was life-threatening. The computer beeped endlessly, and I ended up wishing I was born with no ears.
"Call from Metropolis," announced the computer.
I sighed and tapped the phone button. "Batman, there's a call from Metropolis." He didn't answer, so I turned it off.
Why is batman always depressed? It's so sad to see him like that.
You're just worrying, Erica. He's not as depressed as Jenny was.
I smacked myself. "How rude!" I put my head in my hands, accidentally slamming my elbows on the keyboard.
"Recruit list," said the computer.
I looked up, and clicked on the icon. Inside the procurar tab, I typed in "Avatar".
Two results showed up: Jenny and me.
Shouldn't there be another one? I scrolled through our pages, but it didn't mention a new Avatar.
I put my hand to my forehead. "Of course! The avatar hadn't been born yet! But that would mean..." I clicked on Jeannette's icon.
On the screen, it listed her birth, but not her death.
So could that mean...
"That she's alive?" I finished. I fell back on the chair, overwhelmed. That's impossible. She couldn't be alive. She'd have to be stuck in that coffin for a year.
I went against my better judgment, and ran to the teleporter.
"Robin can wait."

I shivered in my parka when I teleported to Gotham City Cemetary. I knew it wasn't healthy for me to be here, but I had to find out.
I walked in between each tombstone, stopping at the familiar árvore Jeannette was buried by.
"Here lies Jeannette Thomas," I read the engraving. "Famed superhero and missed relative." I looked at the lumpy dirt. "Are you really there?"
I shook my head. "This was a waste of time, Erica. She can't be alive." I turned on my heels and left the cemetary.
There was only one person on my mind: Chris. I didn't know why, but I had a sudden urge to see him, like I was paying a respect to his fallen sister.
I walked to the Thomas house, telling myself that I needed some excercise. It was the same as it had always been in the past three years, but there was one difference.

I took a deep breath, then knocked on the door.