Supergirl

Previously on Supergirl...

The Phantom, he's a bloodhound.

If we can get our hands on more of Kara's DNA...

Then he'll track her by instinct.

How are we gonna get more of Kara's DNA?

We can collect DNA from a Kryptonian after a solar flare.

This is what my dreams have been about.

If we wanna bring Kara home, we have to go back in time...

to Midvale High.

Alex and Nia were right.

Behold, the May 25th, 2009 Midvale Weekly.

Huh. -The week of Midvale High's prom.

The same night as the Aquarid meteor shower.

This is where we need to go to save Supergirl?

Yeah, I was back from Stanford on vacation.

I just dropped Kara off at the school assembly hall for prom,

and, uh, with a jacket.

It was oddly cold that night, and that's when the shower hit,

and then this giant meteor just came

bearing down and Kara flew up and punched it out of the sky.

But the meteor had Kryptonite.

The impact was enough to destroy the meteor,

but Kara got pretty hurt. She fell through the roof of the gym.

No one saw her?

It was under construction,

and when I found her, her hand was all cut up.

It was the first time I ever saw her bleed.

How specifically do we get to this place in time?

Well, based on my survey of satellite imagery from 2009,

and the trajectory of the meteor,

I was able to predict Kara's point of contact.

After running those figures -through 3 -D modeling,

I produced a rendering of the debris field,

and by overlaying that with geologic radiation emissions

of that same night, plus, Kara's own biologic markers,

I was able to pinpoint the exact location of Kara's DNA.

The high school's baseball diamond center field.

Nia and I depart after I gather my things.

Alex, what's this business about

"The luckiest town in America?"

When I left for college, Kara and her boyfriend, Kenny,

appointed themselves the town's Scooby-Duo.

They were saving cats from trees

and kids from wells, that sort of thing,

and the, uh, town got quite the reputation.

I thought Kenny Li was killed when you were in high school.

The sheriff was running a drug ring, and he got caught up.

No, that's one of those old-world, new-world differences.

In this world, Kenny never got killed.

That suggests there could be other differences.

Maybe I should come with you.

Absolutely not!

As anyone who's seen Back to the Future knows, in 2009, you or you,

could both run into your past selves,

and thereby disrupt the continuum of space-time.

The only people who can go on this mission

are Nia and myself.

Okay, fine.

But you're going to my past.

Don't mess it up.

"Don't mess it up."

Does this look messed up to you?

In 2009, I was 12.

Is this really what people wore to prom?

Yes, ergo, it is the perfect disguise

to allow us to chillax on our mission.

"Chillax" being a key 2009 phrase,

along with "flossy, totes,"

and of course, the immortal, "wassup!"

Oh, I forgot about "wassup."

My sister and I said it so much

that our mom made us write essays

on the etymology of the phrase to prove how ridiculous it was.

I forgot about that.

Anyway, you're not looking too chillaxed, Brainy.

-Hmm? -You're stress eating again.

I'm not... I'm not... I'm not stress eating. No.

I just... I never had breakfast.

So, you're not worried at all that the last time you time traveled,

you missed the mark by 15,000 years?

It was 12,000 years.

All right, fine. Okay, yes, the...

Maybe the memory of my misstep has compounded my stress,

leading to caloric consumption.

But I don't know what else to do.

Well, you're with me, and... we're only going back a few years.

Nothing bad's gonna happen.

For Supergirl's sake, it can't.

Come on.

Oh, Sprock, I almost forgot.

The most important element of our disguise.

The ultimate optical illusion.

-Off the dash, please. -Sorry.

Targeting temporal wormhole

in three...

two, one.

"With its small town charm

and nearly non-existent crime,

Midvale is quickly becoming a top place to live in the country."

Wow.

Where was this town when I lived here full time?

Probably waiting for you to leave.

Burn!

Midvale College, one, Stanford, zero.

Oh, uh...

-Shake's ready. I'll be back. -Okay.

So, Alex,

you still haven't explained why you put off going to Europe.

And you still haven't told Kenny

about National City University.

I haven't decided.

Kara, you just got accepted to the college of your dreams.

I know Midvale College is solid, but--

And it's also where Kenny and I've been planning to go since last year.

I just... I just need to find the right time to tell him.

So, you have decided and haven't told him

-or you haven't decided, and... -I don't know.

I haven't decided what I've decided.

Engine malfunction.

Four overheating...

Chocolate shake. Here you go.

Uh, thanks, but I just realized

-we're late for study group. -Study group?

Study group. Right. Right.

You guys never do study... Wait.

Are you sneaking out to save something?

-No. -No. What?

You promised me you'd stop super-ing when I left.

Now, you're fidgeting like you do

-when you lie. -Right.

Fine. We may have been helping the local authorities now and then,

but no one knows that it's us.

"Luckiest town in America?"

Kara, you're the luck.

At least until you get caught and you put Mom

and the rest of us in danger.

We'll stop...

after we check out whatever just crashed at the baseball field.

-No. No way. -I can fly there

without anybody seeing me. Trust me.

You are not flying anywhere.

I'm driving you.

Okay.

What was it?

Mm.

Tell me you can make a non-fat double latte.

For a place calling itself "the luckiest town in America,"

it is proving quite unlucky when it comes to caffeine.

I drove three hours from Metropolis

to do a story on this rube-filled wasteland.

I need coffee.

Stat.

-Tick-tock. -Yes, ma'am.

Ugh.

Alex was right. It's freezing.

That means that climate change wasn't real then.

Our time relay box is broken!

-What? -It'll take days to fix!

Well, then we're in luck. We're a day early.

Masquerade themed prom?

-Our disguises are useless. -Brainy, it's okay.

No. We have to fix a component, replace its missing dysprosium,

and on top of that, locate new costumes.

Brainy, you can do everything you're talking about.

We have 24 hours. All we have to worry about is not being seen.

Oh, my gosh.

Did you guys just come out that spaceship?

Kara?

Wassup?

Y... you spoke English?

He said my name.

Are people from your planet psychic?

-Yes. -Yeah, exactly.

Yes, we are.

-We're psychic aliens. -Psychic aliens.

-Mm-hmm. Ah... -From planet Psycon.

Why are you dressed like that?

-Well... um... -Uh, well...

When visiting another planet,

we like to dress formally to--

-To show respect. -To show respect.

But we will be changing--

-We'll be changing. -...right after we fix our ship.

Your ship's broken?

-No. -Yes.

-Can I just have a minute with, uh, my-- -Just one.

My fellow Psyconian?

-Just... -Stay frosty.

We'll be one moment.

So, these are the exact people

we are not supposed to be dealing with.

Yeah, um, but now, we are dealing with them,

so, we have to figure out how

-to manage the situation. -Okay.

So, the only management we need is to get them out of here.

-We need to get out of here. -What... what are you talking about?

We have to help them.

You just promised you'd stop drawing attention to yourself.

If their ship is broken, the least we can do is help fix it.

Even if it means endangering everyone around you?