In his Graveyard of Solitude Bizarro sat in the large tomb cross-legged on the floor. He was choosing some felt tip pens to help finish the large coloring book before him.
The small television set on the coffin nearest him changed from showing the movie Deep Impact to an -
Bizarro was in a bar downtown, the locals screaming their heads off, drinking Johnny Walker, flicking peanuts at the bottles lined up by the mirror.
He paused and stared at his reflection.
His eyes drifted into a pale blue as the mirror was swiftly coated in a thick layer of ice.