Hundreds of thousands of people pilot around two-ton boxes made of metal and propelled by explosions every day. Accidents are one thing - but trucks make good improvised weapons, too, for someone with nothing to lose.
Lex Luthor has a few desperate enemies.
One of them runs him down in plain sight, in the middle of the day, into the side of an apartment building. Everything is painful. Everything goes dark.
Oh, ambitious one... I cannot return you, but I can give you another chance, somewhere else...
The pain is gone. He wakes up on a warm, grassy hill, with the breeze gently blowing.
