Power Outtage
Alpha Flight had, eventually, returned to their headquarters and home after doing all they could for the town disaster.  No explanation or answers had been forthcoming, and it was possible they never would.  That such tragedy could strike without warning or meaning was disheartening, to say the least.

Tired, Alpha has spent much of the next few days recovering and mourning in their own ways.  The survivors had been taken to local medical services and were expected to recover fully.  But there were children who had been made orphans, husbands and wives who had been made widowers and widows, and parents left to bury children. 

All the survivors save one.  The man they'd found who had been unharmed.  Department H had been concerned with just how he'd managed to escape unharmed and thought he might be a possible super-human, possibly even the cause.  So they had taken custody of him, just in case.  Studying him had so far not shown any signs of anything.

In the temple, Nim settled herself onto the couch, her hair still slightly damp from her soak.