It was a walk in the woods. Baby steps towards clarity. She was a fool if she thought she could find peace in a matter of days, and neither the Saylors nor Zor-El had raised a fool. The fluffy white dog traipsed beside her, sniffing out all of the new nooks and crannies he suddenly had to find. This wasn't Boston. This wasn't Oakland. This was Truckee, California. All of the sights and smells were new to his doggie brain, and Pork Chop had to figure out what the woods had to offer.
Nora had him on a metaphorical loose leash. She trusted him not to wander too far and knew that he would come right back to her if he found trouble or thought that she was in danger. Since coming into powers of his own, the dog was truly a new sight to behold. Companion and protector to Nora, ally to Kara, though the two women were one and the same.
Maybe a hike on rough terrain wasn't the best idea in the days leading up to a half-marathon, but those felt like human problems. Strength, stamina, and speed weren't things that Nora had to worry about anymore. She knew she could get through that race half-asleep and without any training if she really wanted to. It begged the question of why she insisted on participating in endurance events like those if they were no longer a connection, but in a way, they made her feel more human than alien. Her humanity was something that she had taken for granted, and she was quickly realizing leaning into that humanity, and doing so hard, would help her feel more like herself than she had in months. It seemed like it would be an obvious solution, to revisit the things that made her her, but she had been so caught up in being an alien and what that meant that she had yet to take a minute for herself and breathe.
As she walked through the woods, she tried to process the events of the weeks prior. The sudden appearance of Lantern rings that only signaled desperation from the Guardians. The zombies that had attacked the city and needed to be cured, strangers and loved ones alike in haunting grotesque forms that likely wouldn't leave the region's collective memory anytime soon. She rifled through her memories in sequential order, trying to piece things together and knowing that somewhere, something was missing.
Zor-El's reappearance in his cyborg zombie form was something that Nora would never forget. It had happened before, that much she knew; her shared memories with Kara had informed her as much and she grimaced at the memory of what Zor-El had managed to do to his own daughter. The threats he had made. The trauma that he had inflicted upon Kara by insisting that he kill her to reconstitute his human form. The promise of a new life on New Krypton that would come at the expense of the entire Earth. Ultimately, his plans were foiled, but not without turning the public against his daughter one more time. National City could no longer trust Supergirl; he made sure of that.
Nora stood where she was and took a deep breath, taking in the fresh, woodsy air and holding it for a moment before exhaling. She closed her eyes, and like some kind of fucked up zoetrope, she forced herself to relive the events of that last fight. How Zor-El had found her at UCSF and lured her out, and how she had walked right into that trap. How there had been some damage done as she tried to lure him away from the hospital and further away from the public in general. San Francisco was too dense for its own good; it was apparent in its own way in the stupidly priced real estate market, but it became another risk as she lured Kara's father—her own father, in a way— away from the city center and out towards San Mateo County where they could find more open space. When Zor-El was joined by Blight later in the evening, when the two powerhouse forces were meant to be used against each other. The fights, the battles, the casualties, the injuries, the "conversation" that Zor-El insisted that he have with his daughter one more time. He was doing all of this for her, couldn't she see that? Krypton could live once more, and Kara could live amongst her own kind.
She hadn't realized that she was sitting on the ground until Pork Chop approached her and began to nudge her face with his head out of concern. The memory stopped there; she couldn't recall his cutting words after that moment or what it was that she'd said that had caused him so much sudden anguish. There was a flash of white, and suddenly everything had a yellow tint to it as Hal hit her with a yellow energy blast so as to counter the Kryptonite coming from Simon's ring. And with that, Zor-El was gone. Again, and hopefully, for good. So much had happened and so quickly that she was unable to recall all of the details, and a nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach told her that she was forgetting some of the most important parts.
"Eidetic memory my ass," she muttered as she pulled herself up from the ground. "Come on, Pork Chop," Nora said as she brushed her jeans off and turned to tackle the trail once again, this time in reverse. "Let's go back inside before it gets dark."