J’onn J’onzz, in his human identity of Detective John Jones sits across a table from us in a welcoming diner. There is a glass of milk on the table before him along with a plate of Oreo cookies. Jones is not looking at us, his head is down – sad, but also a little embarrassed. He’s talking to a woman, unseen, sitting across the table where we are.
J’onn: I lost my wife a long time ago. Since then, I haven’t really…
J’onn: There hasn’t been… anyone else.
Woman: Maybe you just haven’t met the right girl?
Wider shot of the diner. It’s night time, John and his “date” are the only ones present except for a waitress behind the counter who has fallen asleep with her face propped up facing a small portable TV set.
We’re watching this scene from further back than in the first panel, so we still can’t see much of the woman opposite J’onn – just the back of her head and her shoulders. She has long dark hair and is wearing a sleeveless black top.
J’onn: That’s what Boo… erm, Michael, my friend Michael, that’s what he keeps telling me.
J’onn: It was Michael who encouraged me… to join this... website.
Woman: You look like someone who’s seen a lot of pain in his life. A lot of… death.
Close on John. He’s feeling a little more confident, a little more comfortable. He’s looking the woman straight in the eye, a sad smile on his face.
J’onn: More than I could ever begin to tell you.
J’onn: Though, to be perfectly honest, it’s neither my grief nor my lack of experience that’s holding me back…
J’onn: If anything, I suppose you’d say… it’s prejudice.
Exterior shot. The diner from outside. It’s raining. A taxi drives by, splashing water from the puddles. Though the diner isn’t particularly well lit, there is a warm cocoon of light around John and his date, marking them out as silhouettes in the window.
Woman: Oh, I know. People can be so narrow-minded, can’t they?
Woman: They get so wrapped up in how you look… or where you come from…
Close on John again… is he ready to confess all?
J’onn: Although I suppose I can’t really blame them.
J’onn: That is… if I were to show you how I really look… tell you where I really came from…
J’onn: I wouldn’t blame you if you never wanted to see me again.
Woman: Maybe you ought to try me…
Reveal of John’s mystery date – it’s Death of the Endless. She’s smiling sweetly as she places her hand on top of his.
Death: I’m pretty much unshockable…
Death: That’s what my brother's always telling me, anyway.