"Thanks. I could probably find my way to a national park and live off the land, but I'd rather have a roof over my head. At least some of the time. What's your actual name, by the way? I'm Xan."

"Clara Kent." 

"...huh, my legal surname's Kent too. Weird coincidence."

"Is your dad's name Hiram? That's my granddad's name, and who'd've been running the farm in 1968..."

"My adoptive father is- was named Jonathan."

"That is also my dad's name and I am also adopted." 

"Maybe we're - alternate universe versions of each other - but neither of my birth parents was blonde, and it's recessive, though who knows if-"

He stops abruptly. "Lost my train of thought," he says belatedly.

"The fact that it's recessive means it is possible for non-blonde parents to produce a blonde child, but my birth mother was blonde." 

"Oh. I think I was, uh, reading, during that part of Bio."

"Fair enough. Anyway, I'm sure there's other differences, if you're from the sixties, but it does seem a bit odd to be a coincidence...hmm. How'd you know about Krypton?"

"...always used to tell people I was from there. Kids have a lot of imagination."

"Really? 'Cause I actually am." 

"Oh, thank fuck, lying is terrible. I'm Xan-El, the Last Son of Krypton, nice to meet you."

"My Kryptonian name is Aiza-El but honestly I prefer Clara. Nice to meet you. Last Daughter. I wonder what caused Krypton to blow up at such different times in two different timelines..."

"Could've been a question of fractional speed difference on the pod? Thirty years seems like a long time to us, but when you're talking about interstellar travel, it's the difference between 0.999C and 0.998C. Or 50C versus 49C, I guess, depending on how good Kryptonian spacecraft were."

"Reasonable. I'd ask Dr. Swann about it if he hadn't just died." 

"Sorry about that. You mentioned him - an astrophysicist?"

"Yeah. We weren't close or anything, but he picked up some transmissions from Krypton and contacted me after I accidentally burned a Kryptonian character into the side of the barn."

"...How'd you manage that? Some kind of - weirdly precise heat vision accident?"

"I think it was a side effect of having the Kryptonian language downloaded into my head all at once. But yeah." 

"Ah. Yeah, immediately after touching the memory crystal was a weird time. Managed to get through it without heat visioning anything I didn't want heat visioned, but it was a pretty close thing."

"Memory crystal?"

"-I should stop assuming parallels, they keep not being there. Jor-El put three things in the spacecraft that brought me to Earth: me, a blanket or possibly a flag with the sigil of House El, and a crystal containing information about Kryptonian civilization and House El specifically. A human, like Martha Kent, could unlock two documents: my - birth certificate, essentially - and a list of the powers I'd have under the light of a yellow sun. I unlocked an amount of data that couldn't be contained on a Cray supercomputer, and instead of letting it process over time, I decided my super-brain could handle it all at once. So I fell unconscious and woke up to Martha trying to slap me awake. She almost broke her hand."

"My ship had a copy of Jor-El's brain programmed into it. I don't know if the AI is an actual upload or not. I hope not, I'd hate to think that amount of asshole was lurking in my genome somewhere. He mostly tells me stuff, but sometimes I get information out of the Kawatche caves. Do you have Kawatche caves?"

"Never heard of them. Which doesn't necessarily mean they don't exist, but if they're significant somehow Jor-El never saw fit to mention them in the fucking tome he crammed into my head."