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\nPart One
\nRebecca Hooper and her mother walked through the mall enjoying their morning\ntogether. They'd first spent an hour at Santa Maria Children's Hospital with\ntheir costumes on as Glory Girl and the long retired Shady Lady. The kids had\nloved seeing the new heroine and asked her for photos or autographs. Some just\nwanted a hug. And their faces when they saw her... Becky was so happy about\nthat. Her mother had spent time with the doctors, nurses and office people who\nremembered her from her past as an important superheroine in Granite City. When\nthey finished there, the two ladies changed into ordinary garb and decided to\nspend the rest of the day at the Branchwood Mall. They looked at new draperies\nfor the living room, the vacuum cleaners at Sears, and the clothes everywhere.\nWhen they passed Spencer Gifts, Becky squealed and pointed. \"Mom, look! Oh My\nGod!\" Her excitement was driven by the lifesize cardboard cutout of Glory Girl\nstanding in the front window. \"That is so... so... neato!\" Donna Gilbert wrapped\nher arm around her daughter's shoulders and said, \"Yes, it does look fantastic.\nYou just haven't realized yet how famous you are and how you will be seeing\nyourself everywhere for a while. Did Dad tell you about the billboard for\nChannel 6 that he saw downtown? It has a huge picture of you to promote the\ninterview they did with you that will be running this week.\" Becky gasped.\n\"Really? Wow...\"
\nIt had been only a few months since Glory Girl's actions had foiled a major\nterrorist attack on Granite City and the media were still heavily promoting\nanything they had about the city's new public figure. She had agreed to\noccasional interviews and appearances, but the same questions over and over were\ngetting boring. And when the questions were unusual, she was afraid she'd get\ncaught off-guard and say something stupid or embarrassing. But the attention was\nnice.
\nThey moved to Victoria's Secret, where Becky went through the exotic lingerie\nand wished she could afford so many of the beautiful things. As she held up a\nwhite teddy, Becky said, \"Oh, I would love to wear this when I'm with...ahhh...\"\nHer mother looked at her and smiled. \"So you are seeing someone special. How\ncome he's a big secret?\" She couldn't mention her special guy was the son of a\nvillain her father had battled. Mom might understand a little, but Dad would\ntotally freak! \"He's special, but I don't think he's ready to meet you and Dad\nyet. I don't want Dad to scare him off!\" She held up some things and told her\nmother, \"Gee Mom, you should get yourself something special while we're here.\nThose things you wear are nice, but...\" Donna shook her head. \"The bras and\npanties I get at JC Penney are just fine and I like their prices. This place\ncharges twice as much just for the name.\" Becky held up a frilly black lace\nbrassiere, similar to the type her mom wore, but with much fancier lace. \"You\ndon't like this? I bet Dad would like it on you. If you won't buy it yourself, I\nguess Dad will have to get it for you...\"
\nDonna laughed at this. \"You know your father would never set foot in here.\nRemember when we bought you your first brassiere? We took it home and you pulled\nit out of the box and showed it to him...\" Becky smiled at the memory. \"Oh yeah.\nHe turned as red as the front of his costume.\" Donna held the fancy bra up and\nstared at it. \"Your father is not comfortable with women's unmentionables, at\nleast outside of our bedroom.\" Becky raised her eyebrows at this. \"Wow. You go,\nMom. Hey, at least you got that really nice necklace for your anniversary.\"\nDonna replied. \"Yes, that was a wonderful surprise. I never expected your father\nto...\" Donna looked at her daughter's face. \"... wait a minute. You have a silly\ngrin on your face, Becky. Did you put him up to that?\"
\nRebecca confessed. \"Yes, he said he was get you a vacuum cleaner for your\nanniversary, for pete's sake! How romantic would that have been? So I sort of\nsteered him to Koldwell's and mentioned how romantic a gift like that would be.\"\nDonna's eyes narrowed. \"You sneaky butt-insky! I guess I have to thank you. I\nthanked your father very much that night! But with Christmas coming, mind your\nown business, young lady. I need a new vacuum. The old one is working terrible.\"
\nThe ladies finally left Victoria's Secret, with Becky buying that teddy she'd\nliked. She turned towards the food court and asked, \"You wanna get something to\neat here?\" Her mother paused, and replied, \"Yes, I'm getting hungry, but why\ndon't we go someplace a little nicer. Maggiano's is just across the street and\nthey have such a nice menu.\" Becky thought this was a great suggestion. \"Yeah,\nlet's! You remember I told you about the great place in Gotham City I ate at\nwhen I visited Barbara last month. It was so fancy looking and the food was\ngreat. But the prices! I was glad when Helena grabbed the check.\" \"Don't worry\nabout the bill, sweety,\" Donna said. \"This time I'm treating.\" Becky and Donna\nleft the mall and cut through the parking lot towards the restaurant they had\ndecided on.
\nNearby, a panel van marked Ryker Rentals was at a loading dock, dropping off\nsome packages. The driver got back in the vehicle with the last big bite of a\nchicken sandwich in his mouth, and holding a extra large cup of hot coffee he'd\ngrabbed at the food court. He couldn't take the time to get something better as\nhe was running late. His regular truck had blown a fuel pump and getting this\nrental replacement and switching the load over had wasted much of the morning.\nHe was running really late, and had to get his deliveries done before the late\nafternoon traffic tied up the streets too much. His hand went to the center\nconsole to place the coffee cup in the holder while his other hand touched the\nshift lever. But in this rental truck, the console was laid out differently. The\ncup tipped over, and the hot coffee splashed into his lap. He jumped up, snapped\nthe door open and hopped alongside the truck, brushing with his hands as the\nliquid scalded him. He didn't notice the truck start to creep away, as in his\nexcitement he had bumped the shift into neutral. The dock he had been at was up\nagainst the upper level of the mall, and as the van rolled it moved faster and\nfaster as it went down the incline towards the parking area at the lower level.\nIn front of the charging vehicle were two women, unaware that they were in its\npath.
\nSuddenly Donna saw the yellow van out of the corner of her eye. She placed her\nhand on Becky's shoulder, yelled out a warning and pushed. Becky looked over and\nsaw the danger. She lept and went twenty feet through the air with the ability\nher legs gave her. As she was about to land she had a moment to look back at her\nmother, who was directly in the uncontrolled van's path. Becky saw her mother\nsuddenly become indistinct and turn into a cloud of mist as the truck reached\nher. Then Becky's landing caused her to roll over and absorb the shock of\nhitting the pavement. Quickly she was getting up, unharmed. She suddenly heard\nher mother's voice, faintly. \"Becky... is that you? You look so different...\"\nBecky thought that was an unusual thing to hear, and was about ask Mom what she\nmeant when she heard a scream. The van's driver, who had been running after the\nvehicle, suddenly stopped and was shouting. \"What the... Where did the van go!\"\nBecky stood and looked back. The guy yelling was right! The van was gone. More\nimportant, Rebecca saw no sign of her mother. And one other very strange thing\n-- at the spot where the truck had encountered Donna Gilbert, a big circular\npiece of the pavement had been scooped out.
\nThe police arrived and people congregated around the space, wondering what had\nhappened. Becky went to the restaurant, back into the mall and looked around,\nreally beginning to worry about what had happened to her mom. In a secluded\nspot, she changed into her Glory Girl outfit, and talked to the police about the\nmissing woman. Becky knew she would have to call Dad soon and wished there was\nsomething she could tell him to explain what had happened. The police were\nbaffled and Becky didn't have a clue what had caused her mother to vanish. Then\nshe realised she could call in some special help...
\nWeeks before, the Hooper residence had a visitor late one evening. A man in a\ntrenchcoat had come to the door asking to speak to Rebecca. Dad had been curious\nwho was trying to contact his daughter, and when the man entered the house his\nform shifted and changed until he was a blue-caped green humanoid figure. He\nintroduced himself as J'onn J'onzz, Martian Manhunter. He had come to represent\nthe Justice League of America and to make an offer to Glory Girl. He did not\noffer membership in the league, as he pointed out that the heroine was pretty\nnew in the spotlight and so far had established herself only as a heroine who\nworked on her own most of the time. But the governing council of the JLA had\ndiscussed the young lady recently and it was decided, thanks to the\nrecommendations of Superman and Wonder Woman, that the league would offer\nreserve status to Glory Girl on a probationary basis. He explained that this\nmeant that if Glory Girl would agree to be available to help the JLA in a time\nof crisis, then the contacts and resources of the league would be offered to\nRebecca if she was facing problems she could not handle. J'onn offered her a\nphone number, and said it was a direct line to someone at the JLA and would give\nher a quick way to contact the league in an emergency. Becky had thanked the\nmartian and promised to do her best to not take the responsibility lightly.
\nNow she recalled that number she had memorized and pulled out her cell phone.\nShe dialed and after a single ring, she heard an answer. \"Yes, Glory Girl? Do\nyou have a problem?\" was asked of her by a voice she recognized as J'onn J'onzz.\nStartled at being so quickly in touch with a person of his importance, she\noutlined what had happened. He asked her, \"Your mother phased out to let the\ntruck pass through her? Odd... wait, I see from your file that she is The Shady\nLady. I'm bringing up her old file on my monitor screen. Our records go back to\nthe days when the the group was called the Justice Society. She was not a\nmember, but sometimes worked with the Society and we have some records on her\nservice and abilities. Hmmm. I am sending a person to check out the scene. If\nfurther investigation is needed we will help you find out what happened. I am\nglad you decided to contact us. Out.\"
\nIn only a few minutes, a figure flew into the sky over the parking lot, circled\nand landed near Glory Girl. The young girl wore a long-sleeved blue top covered\nwith stars, white and blue shorts, red gloves and boots and a blue mask. In her\nhands she held a glowing gold staff that was as tall as she was and pulsed with\nenergy. She held her hand out to Rebecca. \"Hi, Glory Girl. I'm Stargirl, but you\ncan just call me Stars. J'onn sent me to look over the area and see if we can\ndetect what happened. You said your m... the woman who vanished was only out of\nyour sight for a minute?\" Glory Girl nodded. \"Yes, she was over there, and then\nwhen I landed from jumping out of the way of the van, I rolled over and in the\nmatter of seconds, the van, the woman, and part of the pavement had disappeared.\nDo you have any idea what might cause such a thing?\" The wielder of the cosmic\nstaff turned and walked around the spot where the odd action had occured. The\nstaff glowed and pulsed over the depression in the pavement. Stargirl pulled out\na communicator and spoke into it. \"J'onn? It's as you suspected. There is a\nresidual trace of some kind of dimensional transport field here. But it doesn't\nread exactly like any of the ones we have on file. It's somehow different. I\nthink we need the expert down here. OK. Stars out.\" The girl turned to Rebecca\nand put a hand on her shoulder. \"Good news. There is a trace of a portal having\nbeen opened here. That's the kind of thing used to teleport to another\ndimension, and we have someone on the way who knows more about this phenomenom\nthan anybody. Professor Palmer will be able to track down where your mo... where\nthe woman went.\" Becky sighed with relief and used a nearby pay phone to call\nher dad. She was happy she'd waited until she had something positive to report.\nHe said he would be right over.
\nAfter a few minutes, a JLA shuttle arrived and Becky was introduced to Professor\nRay Palmer, the expert, as well as a stretching hero who was called the\nElongated Man and a fellow in cowboy gear named the Vigilante. The latter pair\nhelped Palmer pull out and set up modular scanning units that were used to\nexamine the area where Donna Hooper had vanished. While they were doing this,\nMister Patriot (Rebecca's father) flew onto the scene, and Becky went over with\nhim what she had been told. She saw her dad was very disturbed by the\ndisappearance, and Becky tried to assure him that all the resources of the JLA\nwould certainly be able to take care of things. She wished she were as certain\nas she tried to sound.
\nBut the work went into hours. Part of the parking area was cleared and a tent\nwent up to hold more and more equipment that was brought in. The Professor and\nthe other experts who had come to join him gave no indication that they were\nfinding what they wanted to find. Becky and her father sensed things were not\ngoing well and their fears grew about the fate of Donna Hooper.
\nFinally Professor Palmer called them over and they all sat down at a table to go\nover what he had. He told them that the residual energy signature was\ndimensional-warp related, but different enough that the scientists could not get\na lock on where the warp had transported the woman and the truck. \"I have gone\nover the old records about The Shady Lady's powers. You said, Glory Girl, that\nyou saw her use her transformation to mist to allow the truck to pass through\nher after she pushed you out of its path. According to the old records that were\nwritten up when she worked with the Justice Society many years ago, her power\nwas based on an ability to become semi-solid and to also cause anything passing\nthrough her, or that she was trying to go through, to also become semi-solid.\nShe changed her own body and the truck, in this case. But the truck was\ntransporting a small quantity of a rare radioactive isotope to Broad Canyon\nResearch Center for testing. They are working on more efficient uses of\nradiation to treat cancer. When the truck passed through her she tried to phase\nthrough the isotope, and that caused a unstable freak dimensional breakdown. A\nbubble popped and she was in it, with the van and a section of the pavement.\nEverything in the bubble went... somewhere else.\" Patrick Hooper broke in, no\nlonger able to stay quiet. \"Can you tell us where she went? Can we get her back?\nPlease say you can...\" Ray Palmer looked grim. \"Wherever she is, we can send\nyou. But we don't know where she went. People and machines that create\ndimensional rifts use orderly energy patterns that our equipment can read and\ndecipher. If a rift of that type appears anywhere, we can easily pin down both\nends of the transport. But this was a wild, disordered pattern. There are\nmillions of dimensions out there. And we don't know which one she ended up at.\"
\nBecky turned and embraced her father as they both realised the enormity of this\ninformation. They might never see Donna again! Becky sobbed. \"Oh, Dad! I heard\nher call to me after she vanished. I never thought that she...\" Palmer\ninterupted her at this. \"What? There was a connection for a period after she\ntransported? The portal, though invisible must have been there for a few\nminutes. What did she say?\" Becky repeated the faint words she had heard after\nthe incident. Palmer smiled. \"This might be the clue we need. She said she saw a\nBecky -- not exactly like you but close enough that she recognized the girl as\nsuch. I told you there were millions of dimensions. But most of them would not\nhave a Becky Hooper. So if we have a control unit that could take someone to any\ndimension with an inhabitant who has the exact or nearly exact DNA coding of\nBecky Cooper - the make-up of a person who had to be the daughter of that\ndimension's Patrick Hooper and Donna Gilbert, it would highly reduce the number\nof places you would have to look. Instead of calling every number in the phone\nbook, you only have to call the numbers with a Rebecca or Becky in the name. See\nhow that narrows the search?\"
\nPatrick Hooper, hope on his face, said, \"That's great. I'll go anywhere to\nfind...\" Palmer stopped him. \"No, it will have to be Rebecca that goes. She can\nwear a transport bracelet with a sensor to detect the pattern she is looking\nfor, but the unit will be comparing her DNA pattern to the ones she scans to\nfind any dimension where Donna Hooper might be. Becky, are you willing to go?\nEven narrowed down, you may have to go to a lot of places before you find your\nmother.\" Becky looked him in the eye and said, \"I'll go anywhere for Mom.\"
\nThey equipped her with a sleek metal armband that covered half of her right\nforearm. It had three buttons on it that were covered with plastic shields to\navoid accidental triggering. Professor Palmer showed her that each plastic cover\ncould flip up to allow the button to be pushed. \"Alright. The first button will\nautomatically warp you to the nearest world that you have not already visited\nthat has a person with a DNA pattern that exactly or almost exactly matches\nyours or your mom's. On these worlds you will probably meet women who look\nexactly like you and/or your mother. The second button will activate scans to\nlet you know if it is your mother or an exact duplicate who is the Donna Hooper\nof that dimension. The scan will take a few seconds if you are within sight of\nyour target. If the button lights up yellow, the person does not have your\nmother's DNA pattern. If it glows red, she has the same DNA but her vibrational\nresonance is that of the other dimension and she is just that place's version of\nyour mother. If the light turns green, you found her. The third button is set to\nreturn you home. If you hold a person tight, she will transport with you. Are\nyou ready?\" Becky took a deep breath, looked over at her dad, and nodded. She\npushed the first button...
\nPart Two
\nThe original Rebecca (Becky-Prime) looked out at a large open area. She had\ntransported to a courtyard that was paved in flagstones and a low stone wall\nenclosed it. The air was chilly, and a wind blew from the mountains she saw in\nthe distance. Looking around, she saw a figure about thirty feet to her right.\nIt was a tall, redhaired woman, clad in a chain mail bikini, who was facing away\nfrom Becky and swinging a large sword back and forth in some kind of practice\nritual. Becky watched, without moving or making a sound. But after a minute, the\nswordswoman stopped her ritual and turned to face Rebecca. Becky gasped. The\nwoman's face was the same as hers. If not for the hair color she would have been\nBecky's twin. The swordswoman aproached, warily. \"Who are you, visitor in\nstrange garb? Do you come to attack me?\" Becky spoke. \"No, I am merely traveling\nhere from another world. My mother was accidentally sent into another world and\nI seek her out. I have no quarrel with you and do not want to fight you.\" The\nswordswoman lowered her weapon and sheathed it. \"I am Sonya of Hyrkania, known\nin these lands as Red Sonja. You describe a nobel quest. I would do such a thing\nto get back my mother, but she died in my arms when our village was attacked by\nrampaging hordes of mercenaries many years ago. Since that black day I have\nserved the goddess Scathach, using the skill she gave me to avenge and protect\nthe helpless. I wish you luck on your journey and hope you success. I will offer\na prayer to Scathach that she will aid you.\" The swordswoman bent her head and\ndropped to a knee, murmuring her words to her goddess. Becky dropped to a knee\nalongside her and waited for the redhead to finish. \"Thank you for your prayers.\nI hope they will guide me to the person I seek.\" Becky pushed the first button\nand the strange world of swords and sorcery was left behind.
\nThat first stop had been very exotic, but it was followed by one that surprised\nRebecca by its familiarity. She appeared in a kitchen she knew so well, facing\nherself and her parents just as she knew them. This other Becky sat at the table\nwith toast and yogurt, and the Donna Hooper was handing a plate of sausage and\neggs to the Patrick Hooper of this world when Glory Girl appeared in front of\nthem. They were startled and Becky-Prime said she was not there to harm them,\nonly stopping in a journey to find her mother who had been accidentally sent to\na world different from the one she came from. They were still confused until she\nrealised on this world the Hoopers were ordinary folks who had never been\ncostumed heros. She eased their fears when she took off her mask and the other\nBecky saw she was her duplicate. The sensors on her armband told the original\nBecky that this Donna was not her mother, but the mother of the Becky of this\nworld. So she prepared to move on. They wished her well, and she knew they\nwould. It was the same thing that she and her parents would have done in a\nsimilar situation. She moved on to another world, and another. These stops\nseemed to run together. Most stops were so much like her world. Professor Palmer\nhad said there would be something different about each world she visited, but\nsometimes it was hard to detect the differences, they were so minor. On many\nworlds the Becky there also fought crime as Glory Girl, but on one she could fly\nand another she had her father's strength. One place seemed identical to home\nuntil she saw Becky there was left handed. On one stop she appeared in her\nparent's bedroom. Donna was tied to the bedposts wearing only a frilly black\nlace brassiere. Patrick Hopper was kneeling at the bed, his face in her crotch\neating his wife's pussy. Donna was whipping her head back and forth and moaning,\nin the heights of sexual pleasure. Becky was too embarrased and dumbstruck to\nmove or say anything when this world's Donna Hooper happened to look over and\ncried out \"Becky! What are you doing in here!\" The original Becky could think of\nno way to explain this situation without dying of embarrasment, so she checked\nthe sensor, was extremely relieved to see that woman in the heights of sexual\npassion was not her mother, and pushed the first button to leave. The last thing\nshe noted was the erotic black lace bra. It was the one from Victoria's Secret\nshe'd tried to get Mom to buy.
\nAt her new stop, she was standing in a cemetary. Looking around, she saw a woman\nin a wheelchair, and walked over to her. The woman's head was down, staring at a\nnearby headstone. Becky-Prime noticed the side of the brown-haired woman's face\nwas scarred from a very old injury, then recognized her. \"Are you... Donna\nHooper?\" she asked. The woman brought her face up to look at Becky, surprised\nthat someone else was there. \"What?? No... I'm Donna Gilbert. I would have been\nDonna Hooper, but my fiance, Partick Hooper died... \" Donna's eyes went back to\nthe grave, and Becky looked down. It was the stone for Patrick Hooper, and it\nlisted his death as weeks before the day Becky's folks had married back on her\nworld. Becky asked, \"What happened to him?\" The crippled woman looked up again.\n\"Why do you ask? It's ancient history. People don't even remember us.\" She\npaused and sighed, then decided to tell her story. \"We were planning our wedding\nwhen an old enemy of mine, Professor Cargill, escaped from prison. We went after\nhim and found him in his laboratory. Patrick was the super-hero called Mr.\nPatriot. Big... strong... handsome... a wonderful man. I was also a costumed\ncrime-fighter called The Shady Lady. Cargill had armed himself with a powerful\nray weapon. Patrick was hit, and went down. Cargill pointed it at me and fired.\nI phased out and the beam went right through me. It hit a load bearing wall and\nthe building started to come down. Cargill switched to a different weapon, one\nthat suddenly neutralized my powers. We struggled, and we rolled into a bench\nwhere containers of chemicals were sitting. they broke, and we both were covered\nin chemicals that burned us. Then the building collapsed. When rescuers arrived,\nthey dug us out. But Patrick was dead, Cargill was dead, and my face and much of\nmy body was badly burned. Part of the roof hit my back and snapped my spine. I\nwas in the hospital for a long time. I never even got to see them bury Patrick.\nSo I spend a lot of time here with him.\" Becky saw that tears were flowing down\nthe face of Donna Gilbert. \"When they got me out... I'd been pregnant. But I\nlost the child... a little girl.\" Becky put her arm over the woman's shoulders,\nand stayed there for a little while, trying to console the woman who was almost\nher mother. But then she had to move on.
\nShe stopped at another series of worlds with duplicates of home with the most\nminor differences. She was losing count. Then there was the world where Becky\nwasn't a super-heroine, she was a dancer. On a pole. In a g-string. The original\nBecky was amazed at how... agile that Becky was! Then she came to a world she\nthought of as number 56, even though she had lost count and wasn't sure if it\nwas the 56th stop she'd made.
\nIt was a horrible world. She stood in the street of a destroyed city. Buildings\nhad been knocked down and the debris had burned. Rubble and ash were everywhere.\nBecky looked around and suddenly recalled a photo in the history books --\nHiroshima! She was in a city that had been destroyed by a nuclear blast! But why\nwould she have been transported to Hiroshima? She had not seen anyone in the\narea as she had glanced around, but suddenly she did see a woman, bent over and\nslowly shuffling along, come into view. She looked weak and sick, and she wore\nonly tattered remnants of clothes. The parts of her body that were visible were\ncovered with burns and sores. The poor woman happened to look up and saw Glory\nGirl. \"Becky! Oh, Becky! I knew I would find you if I kept looking.\" Becky\nrealized with horror that this wretched person was Donna Hooper! She ran over\nand the woman was tottering on her feet and collapsed into Becky's arms. She\nkept murmuring over and over, \"I knew I'd find you...\" The woman's breathing was\nlabored, and she saw with horror that she was very weak. Why was she alone here\nin such a state? \"M... Mom, where's Dad?\" she asked. Donna's reply was faint,\nand came out in gasps. \"He was downtown. No... nobody survived downtown. I was\nhome. The house was demolished but I wasn't hurt... too bad. They wanted all the\nsurvivors to evacuate, but I wouldn't leave without finding you. So I hid and\nstayed behind. I've been here, looking for you since...\" Becky suddenly figured\nit out. She looked to the horizon and recognized the hills to the south. This\nwas Granite City! On a world where Glory Girl hadn't stopped the bomb. This\nworld's version of her mother refused to leave, staying in the deadly\nradioactive area to search for a daughter who was probably vaporized in the\nblast. Becky felt the woman in her arms grow weaker, and knew she was dying.\nDonna Hopper had stayed here, calling on all her energy and willpower to keep\ngoing while she looked for the daughter she loved. Having found someone she\nbelieved was her Rebecca, she was giving up. It took a short time, and the woman\nwho was another Becky Hooper's mother died in Becky's arms. She scanned the\ncorpse and saw it was not her mother. But that didn't stop the tears from\nrunning down her face. She looked over the city once more and pressed the first\nbutton.
\nPart Three
\nShe was in a large study of someone's house. Behind a desk, a blond woman in\nglasses who appeared in her late twenties was working at a computer. She looked\nover at Glory Girl and stopped. Then a few keystrokes on her unit resulted in a\nbeam of light focusing on Becky momentarily. The woman at the desk spoke. \"So,\nmy scans indicate you are from another dimension. What brings you to visit me?\"\nBecky reached up and pulled her mask off. \"Well, I'm Becky Hooper. My mother had\nan accident and was transported to another dimension. I'm searching for her. Are\nyou also Rebecca Hooper?\" The other woman answered with a smile. \"I was. Now I\nam Professor Rebecca Belham. That sounds like an impossible task. How would you\nfind a person lost in the myriad of dimensions?\" Becky spoke back, surprised.\n\"Belham? You married Arnie?\" Now it was the professor's turn to show a little\nsurprise on her face. \"I married Arnold Belham, a computer programming genius\nwho worked with me on several projects. We have two children, Jonathan and\nEmily...\" Becky broke in, \"Emily! My grandmother's name was Emily!\" The Rebecca\nof this world smiled. \"Of course. Mine too. Did she tell you stories of pixie\narmies battling the dragonflies to protect the land of the little folk from\ninvasion?\" Becky smiled and nodded, and the older Rebecca continued. \"I always\nloved to sit in her lap and picture in my mind the Prince of the Pixies battling\nGrendor the evil king of the dragonflies. Grammy passed away a few years ago,\nand I was happy she got to hold my newborn Emily and see the\ngreat-grand-daughter that we named after her. When little Emily is older, I'll\ntell her the tales of the pixies.\" Becky smiled at this, then asked, \"Are your\nparents alive? What did they think of Arnie.. er, Arnold?\" This question puzzled\nthe Rebecca of this world as she answered. \"My parents are retired down in Boca\nRaton. The four of us fly down and spend time with them several times a year.\nThey love him as much as I do.\" Becky saw that the question had puzzled the\nwoman, and she explained. \"Well, professor, on my world, I'm also in a\nrelationship with my Arnie Belham, but... I'm a costumed crimefighter, as you\ncan plainly see. My mom and dad were supers and they've been retired for awhile.\nAnd Arnie's dad was one of my dad's worst enemies.\"
\nThe older woman laughed at this. \"You are in a predicament. Oh, since you're\nsort of like family, just call me Becky.\" The heroine replied. \"Oh, no, that\nwould be confusing. You call me Becky and I'll call you Rebecca, OK?\" The two\nwomen shook hands and nodded. Rebecca repeated her inquiry about Becky's quest,\nand Becky went over what had happened back on her world and what she had\nencountered on all her stops in her travels this far. Rebecca pulled out a\nscanner and passed it over Becky's armband unit, then spent several minutes\nreading the screen on her computer. \"A really well designed and efficient piece\nof equipment you have there! Some of these circuits I've never seen before. This\nProfessor Palmer you spoke of must be even more knowledgeble of\ninter-dimensional mechanics than I am. And on this world, I'm the expert. But I\nsee a flaw in his programming. He set the scans so that you were transported to\nany world with an exact DNA match -- another Becky -- or a DNA match that was\nexactly one-half the same as yours on the maternal side -- a Donna. Now if I\nadjust the programming slightly, your targets will be limited to only dimensions\nwhere both a Becky and a Donna exist, which from what you heard when your mother\nvanished, is what you need to narrow the search to. Then you won't be stopping\nat worlds where just a Becky exists -- even a 98% match like the Red Sonja you\nencountered -- or where your mother lives and you don't, like your last stop. I\nalso see you picked up some radiation when you were there. Not a heavy dose, but\nwhat you have in you could make you very sick for awhile. I can give you some\nmedication to counteract that.\" Becky smiled, \"Wow, thanks! You're being so\nhelpful.\" Rebecca shook her head. \"It's the least I could do for someone who\nis... me. Would you like to stay a while and rest? You could meet Jonathan and\nEmily.\" Becky thought a minute, then shook her head. \"I'd like that Rebecca, but\nmy mom's out there someplace, and I need to keep after her.\" Rebecca nodded, and\nthen she took a data transfer cable and plugged it into the unit on Becky's arm.\nShe spent a short time transfering commands to the dimensional traveling device,\nand while she did so a secretary brought in a tray with bottled water and a\nsmall vial of pills. \"Take one of those every 24 hours until you use them up.\nThat will keep you going while the radiation leaves your system. The programming\nis done. I wish you luck and I hope you find your... our mother.\" Becky came\naround the desk and gave her other self a big hug. Them she pushed the first\nbutton, and vanished. Professor Belham reached for her phone and pushed a button\non speed-dial. \"Hello, darling? Do you have any work piled up for this weekend?\nI really feel like going down to visit mom and dad. I'll tell you why over\ndinner. It's an interesting story. See you then.\"
\nBecky's next few stops were more of the mundane type. She would pop in on the\ntrio of Becky and her parents and explain what she was doing. None of the Donnas\nwere the one she was looking for. She still was interested in seeing what was\ndifferent each world. In one place, the other Becky mentioned her parents were\nalso retired superheroes -- Ms. Patriot and The Shadow Man. At another stop\nshe'd learned they were exactly like her family and the house seemed identical.\nAll the furniture, curtains and curios on the shelves were the same. She\ncouldn't figure out what was different until she glanced out a window and saw\npalm trees! She asked where they lived, and it turned out this Hooper family\nresided in a Los Angeles suburb. Just then the doorbell rang and that world's\nBecky squealed. \"Oh, I've gotta run! It's Arnie and we're going surfing. Good\nluck, other Becky!\" and she took off. Becky-Prime glanced at the parents, but\nthey seemed perfectly comfortable with the arrangement. Wow, she thought. This\nBecky is so lucky. She even gets to surf!
\nThen she dropped into a dangerous situation. She appeared in a warehouse, and\nshe was hidden in the shadows on one side of the room. On the opposite side she\nsaw Mr. Patriot chained to the wall. He was struggling, but a pair of pulsing\ngreen flourescent tubes on either side of his position seemed to have sapped his\nsuper-strength. What was worse, in the center of the room were a couple of\ntables on which two women were tied down. Each of the ladies were naked except\nfor identical black and gray masks over their faces. She recognized the mask as\nthe one her mother wore when she was The Shady Lady. The auburn haired woman\nmust be Donna Hopper. Becky wondered if the other one, a blonde, was this\nworld's Rebecca. Around the tables, a bunch of goons stood with a gray-haired\nman who looked to be a super-villain of some kind. He was ranting. \"The light\nabove you cancels your powers, ladies. You are my prisoners and I will finally\nhave my revenge for all the schemes you have thwarted in the past. Shady Lady, I\nwanted to get my hands on... and all over (heh, heh!) you for a long time. Your\nprotege will entertain my men while I have my way with you. Muscle Boy...\" the\nvillain pointed at Becky's dad, \"...will have to watch. Or he can have a copy of\nthe DVD I plan to distribute with the filming of these activities.\" Becky\nsuddenly recognized the man from her mother's old press clippings - it was the\narch-villain, Professor Cargill, who Mom had battled over and over. On her world\nthe creep had disappeared years back, but here he was still causing trouble.\nBecky-Prime knew she had to help the trio in front of her and looked around. A\nlight unit mounted over the tables was giving off a pulsing red glow that must\nbe what was keeping Shady Lady from escaping. Near where she stood in the\nshadows, Becky-Prime spotted a toolbox sitting open. She grabbed a large wrench\nand threw it hard as she could. It smashed into the red lights and they went\nout. The two female prisoners became misty and flowed out of their bindings. The\nhenchmen attacked, but whenever a man's fist went at one of the women, it passed\nright through, harmlessly. When the super-heroines threw a punch or did a leg\nkick, it would land solid and the goons were soon all ko'ed or close to being\nso. Professor Cargill turned to try to reach the exit, but Glory Girl cut him\noff and decked him. When she looked back, the ladies were retreiving and putting\non their costumes. Both wore black and gray outfits. The blonde went to Mr\nPatriot's side and threw a switch that eliminated the green lights that had held\nhim powerless. With this, he flexed his muscles and the chains fell to pieces.\nThe three heroes of this world approached Glory Girl and that Donna Hooper\nextended her hand. \"Thanks for the timely help, young lady. I'm the Shady Lady.\nThis is my husband, Mr. Patriot and my daughter, Mist Maid.\" Becky-Prime told\nthem her costumed identity, then asked them to step to an ajoining room. Out of\nthe sight and hearing of the villains, she doffed her mask (the trio gasped),\nand told them who she was and why she had come there from her world. They said\nthey wished her well in her quest and asked if there was anything they could do\nto help. She thanked them, but said it was up to her and once again pushed that\nfirst button.
\nShe appeared in the next world and looked around. It seemed to be a college\ncampus of some kind and she glanced around to look for any sign of the Becky or\nDonna of this world. She didn't see anyone, but quite a few people were looking\nat her. Was this a world without costumed heroines? Suddenly she heard\nscreeching tires as a green van came around a corner, barreling along much too\nfast for the busy area it was in. A flying female then landed in the path of the\nvehicle and braced herself for impact. The blonde girl wore a very skimpy blue\nbikini and a narrow blue mask, and when the van hit, it crumpled against her\nhands. The men inside tumbled out and tried to scatter. The heroine was shaking\nher hands. \"Wow, that really stung\"! she said and then she dashed back and forth\ngrabbing the felons. But there was one she had missed, and he grabbed a passerby\nand yelled out. \"Blue Angel, I gotta a gun to this girl's head. You let us go or\nshe's dead!\" The bikinied babe hesitated. But Glory Girl had been on the edge of\nthe scene behind the crook, and jumped to a spot right behind him and chopped\nhim on the back of his neck. The gun dropped and he crumpled to the ground. By\nthen, police cars that had been trying to pursue the van (but which had slowed\ndown to avoid endangering the people on the streets) had arrived and were taking\nthe men into custody. Blue Angel walked over to Glory Girl and extended her\nhand. She grimaced a little when she shook hands. \"Ouch! I don't know why I did\nthat. Guess I was showing off a little. My name's Blue Angel. Thanks for the\nhelp. Are you a new heroine in Silver City? I don't recognize you.\" Becky smiled\nand said, \"I'm new on this world. My name is Glory Girl. I come from a world in\nanother dimension. Back there we had an accident where my mother was trapped in\na freak dimensional transport. I have to travel through the dimensions trying to\nfind out where she went.\" Blue Angel had a concerned look. \"Wow, that sounds\nserious. I hope you find her. Do you think she's here?\" Becky-Prime was about to\nanswer when someone tapped her on the shoulder. It was the young woman the crook\nhad held the gun on. Glory Girl had only seen her back so far, and the woman\nlooked at her and said, \"Excuse me, I really want to thank you for that. You\nsaved my life.\" Becky gasped. \"You... you're Becky Hooper!\" It was indeed the\nBecky Hooper of this world that Glory Girl had saved. Becky-Prime pulled off her\nmask, and the two women of this world both were amazed as they saw the stranger\nhad Becky Hooper's face. \"I'm the version of you from my world. Tell me -- did\nyou see your mother lately? Or someone you thought was your mother who acted\nstrangely.\" The Becky of this world shook her head. \"I wish I could help you,\nbut I haven't seen my mom since I went home a few weekends ago. Sorry.\"\nBecky-Prime sighed, and put her mask back on. \"Well, I guess I will have to go\non to the next dimension and keep looking. Nice to meet you, Blue Angel.\" The\nyoung women in the very skimpy blue costume again shook Glory Girl's hand and\nwished her luck in her quest. Then Becky-Prime's hand went to the transport unit\non her forearm and pressed the button to send her on in her hunt.
\nHer next few stops were more places where the Becky and Donna of those worlds\nwere not heroines and were not able to help. She hurried away, hoping that the\nnext stop would be where he mother was waiting for her. But in this stop she\nfound herself in a wooded area. Although she didn't see anyone, she heard voices\nnot too far off. Men were shouting. \"We found her!\" \"She's over here!\" \"Grab\nHer!\" \"Do not harm her! She's going back and I will determine her fate for\nescaping.\" The last words were in a voice the Becky recognized -- her dad's! She\nwondered who he was chasing, and why. Taking great care to avoid being seen, she\nworked her way through the brush towards the voices. Finally she could see into\na clearing, where a group of young men were all dressed in black jumpsuits. Some\nof them were struggling to hold a woman who was trying to get free. It was Donna\nHooper! Becky scanned the woman and the armband once again signaled it was just\nthe Donna of this world, not hers. Donna was wearing skimpy red shorts and a red\nhalter top. the clothes were torn and tattered and the disheveled woman looked\nlike she'd been in the woods for some time. A figure stepped into the clearing,\na man dressed in a red suit trimmed in gold. It was this world's Patrick Hooper.\nHe looked at the captive and spoke. \"After so many years you again try to\nescape, Alpha 371. Each time I punish you, and you still dispute that I am your\nMaster, with the right to do with you however I feel. Now you will be punished\nonce more. Hunters, prepare her for the lash.\" Some of the men in black pushed\nthe auburn haired woman's face into the side of a tree and pulled her arms out.\nThey tied her arms up and Patrick came up behind her. \"I could do it myself, but\nanother has asked. She told us which direction you ran. She is the one who\nbetrayed you. Alpha 608, take my whip.\" He held out a coiled black leather whip,\nand it was grabbed by a girl who moved out from behind him. She wore an skimpy\noutfit like Donna's, but in perfect shape. And on her neck was a leather collar,\nwith a fine chain being held by the Master. Becky -Prime recognized the Becky of\nthis dimension even before she spoke. \"Master, I am happy to do this for you.\nShe shamed me and her other daughters by her wicked actions.\" Alpha 608 took the\nwhip and began lashing her mother's back. This world's Donna screamed in pain\nand twisted, pulled her body back and forth, but could not avoid the whip as it\ncut into her. Soon her back was a bloody mess and she pressed against the tree,\nmoaning in pain. The Master extended his hand. \"Enough. Hunters, take her back\nto the harem quarters, and tell the women to clean her up. Tonight she will be\nchained in my bed and I will take her sex while the pain in her back makes her\nmoan and gyrate under me. That should be fun. Your whipping of her, Alpha 608,\nhas erased her sin from your person. But when we return, all of her other\ndaughters will also be whipped. Any thought of escape will be eliminated.\" This\nworld's Patrick Hooper suddenly pulled this world's Becky up and against his\nbody. The two of them embraced and kissed passionately, and his hands went down\nand cupped her ass, squeezing the cheeks. Becky-Prime watched all this\nincredously, wondering what kind of world she had stumbled into. Were all women\nhere treated as sex slaves? Could that man really treat his own daughter...\nSuddenly, Alpha 608 dropped to her knees and reached for the Master's crotch.\nZipping open his pants, she pulled out his cock and put it in her mouth. Becky\n-Prime put her head down, unable to watch any more. She was sick from watching\nwhat she'd seen and she suddenly threw up on the ground. She was woozy a little\nfrom the nausea. \"Here! A woman... on the loose!\" The voice came from behind\nBecky-Prime and she looked to see one of the Hunters had discovered her! He\ngrabbed at her ankle, but she kicked out and knocked him backwards. But other\nmen in black surrounded her position and came at her. She spun around, knocking\nthem back as fast as she could. Desperation drove her efforts. A cold fear in\nher gut told her that she had to get out of here. She realized that if she was\ncaptured on this world, she would face a lifetime of being raped by a man who\nwas a copy of her own father. In the stuggle, she finally pulled free long\nenough to get her finger on the button. Mercifully, she left the world of\nhorrors.
\nShe was still very nervous when she appeared in another dimension, which was not\nsurprising considering the shock she'd just had. As soon as she arrived, she\nducked down behind cover. It was a tombstone. She glanced around at the cemetary\nshe had arrived in. Not far off, she saw the mounded earth of a new grave, and\nstanding next to it a couple. She saw it was her father, in a black suit, and\nher mom, in a long black dress. Both were weeping. Becky aimed the sensor at the\nDonna Hooper she saw, but once again the light came on red. She saw the woman\ncrouch down and scoop some of the dirt away with her hand, then put a small\nplant in the hole. Beckey saw it was a tiger lily -- her favorite flower. She\nrealized that the pair were visiting the grave of their Becky. Becky-Prime\nstayed hunched down behind the tombstone and reached for the button to move on\nto another world. She couldn't do anything here. To appear before the grieving\nparents looking like the daughter they had just lost would be too cruel. She\npushed her button.
\nPart Four
\nThe last stop at the cemetary had depressed Becky a lot. It seemed like every\nstop took a little out of her. Not just the really horrible ones. Even at the\nmundane stops she saw happy families of three that reminded her what she was in\nperil of losing. At first she had thought of every world she went to as being\none step closer to finding her mom, but now she was looking at every dimensional\nshift as one more failure. This transit brought her to another of the ordinary\nhappy family worlds. She appeared in their house and told the three surprised\npeople who she was, what had happened to her mother and how she was looking for\nher. But at this stop something just gave out in Becky-Prime. She slumped into a\ndinning room chair and told them about all her stops. Even the worst ones. She\nwent on about all her frustrations, fears and how the task in front of her\nseemed to be endless and overwhelming. Becky-Prime folded her arms on the table,\nput her head down and started to cry. She'd been a very brave costumed heroine,\nbut right now she was just a scared, tired little girl. The Donna Hooper of this\nworld sat next to her, wrapped her arms around the sobbing girl, and did her\nbest to comfort her. The other Becky came over and held one of her hands. After\na little while, Becky-Prime wiped her eyes and pulled herself together. \"I... I\nguess I should be on my way...\" Donna put her hand on Becky-Prime. \"No, you\ndon't have to go right away. On all these stops you talked about, you've been\npushing yourself harder and harder. How long since you stopped to rest or had a\ndecent meal? You're killing yourself if you keep this up. You can take a little\ntime here. A good meal and a good night's sleep will get you back in shape to do\nwhat you have to do.\" Becky-Prime saw that \"Mom\" was right. She stayed for\ndinner, and \"Mom\" made spaghetti and meatballs, since she knew it was Becky's\nfavorite dinner. She spent the evening talking over her life with them and\nlearning about their world. She found out what was different. Here, Patrick\nHooper was head accountant at a department store and Donna worked part-time at\nthe pharmacy department at Santa Maria Children's Hospital. Becky was studying\nto be a dental assistant. Later the two Beckys went up to her bedroom and this\nworld's Becky lent her a nightshirt. They talked some more before they went to\nsleep. And in the morning, Becky-Prime felt much better and the depression was\ngone. She found Donna had run her costume through the washer overnight and was\nvery pleased to have a fresh outfit to wear. She thanked all of them and they\nsaid they were happy to help her out. It was a refreshed Becky-Prime who went on\nher way, determined to see the quest to a successful conclusion.
\nOn she went to more, stranger worlds. A ways along there was a world where the\nBecky wore a black mask and skimpy red outfit lingere and lay on a bed with\nWonder Woman. The Amazon Princess had only her tiara and bracelets on and the\nmagic gold lasso was looped around her neck. The other end of the magic item was\nheld by that Becky, who writhed in a passionate embrace with Diana, who was\nbeing constantly ordered to greater heights of passion. Becky, horrified at\nseeing herself treating her childhood hero in such a perverse manner, backed out\nof the room. In the next room she found that world's Donna Hooper, also dressed\nin an sexy outfit, whipping the naked back of a bound Scarlet Witch.This was\nanother world where Becky-Prime was greatly relieved to have the armband's\nsensors confirm that this was not her mother, and then quickly moved on.
\nShe landed on a world where she recognized her house once more. A car pulled up\nin front of it and beeped the horn. Becky-Prime saw a Donna Hooper was driving,\nand she used the armband to scan her. Nope, just another dupliacte of her Mom,\nnot the one she was searching for. She heard this Donna yell towards the house,\n\"Come on, will you. If we don't get to Denny's early, we'll have to wait for a\ntable!\" Becky smiled at this. It was just like back home. For years they had\nalways gone to Denny's for breakfast on the first Sunday of the month. Rebecca\nalways had the belgian waffles with strawberries - her favorite dish! She once\nhad told her mother she wished she could have it every morning. \"You'd never fit\nin your costume, young lady.\" was Mom's reply. Becky figured she was right.\nThat's why she always had toast and yogurt every other morning. She really liked\ntoast and yogurt, but not as much as those strawberry smothered belgian waffles.\nDonna beeped the horn again and finally the door opened. Patrick Hooper came\nout, followed by this world's Becky. Becky-Prime received another shock as she\nsaw the man wore dark glasses and walked with a white cane. Back when she was a\nlittle kid, her father had a nasty battle with a villain who hit him in the face\nwith a spray of powder that left him blind. It had taken some time for him to\nregain his sight. On this world, she guessed, he never had. She saw him get in\nthe car, and something this world's Becky said made him smile. Becky-Prime was\nhappy that this version of Dad had learned to accept and live with his\nblindness. She could still recall how her father had been so depressed and\nmiserable when he was going through it. As the Hoopers drove off, Becky's finger\nonce again went to the first button.
\nBecky appeared on another world. What number was this? She wasn't even sure\nanymore. Professor Palmer should have put a counter on her unit. But that\nwouldn't have helped. The number of places she had been to didn't matter. The\nonly one that mattered was the last stop. Where her mother waited, wanting to\nget home. But that could be a thousand worlds away. Could Becky keep going that\nlong? She looked down at the third button. She could go home. Just for a little\nwhile... to rest. No. She couldn't do that. Mom had to be waiting out there.\nDepending on her. And if she went back and appeared on her home world, the\nminute she appeared, her father would see her. Alone. And that would break his\nheart. She had to go on. She looked around and saw no one in this quiet little\nresidential neighborhood. Where were the Becky and Donna of this world? The\nhouses didn't look familiar... except... the little house across the street. She\nremembered. The house she lived in now was where they'd been since she was five\nyears old. She vaguely recalled the residence they lived in when she was so\nsmall. It was a duplicate of the one over there. Good place as any to check\nfirst. She crossed the street and rang the doorbell. The door opened and the\nBecky Hooper of this world looked out at her, surprised. \"Ye... yes? Can I help\nyou.\" Becky-Prime reached up and peeled off her mask. The other woman showed\nfurther shock, and after a moment invited Becky-Prime inside. They went to the\nliving-room couch and sat down. Becky-Prime noticed that this world's Rebecca\nwas not as tall or buxom as she was. She was just a plain looking young woman\nwith a weary sadness in her face. Becky-Prime told the tale of her quest,\nmechanically as it had been repeated so many times to so many Beckys and Donnas.\nThis world's Becky said she was sorry that the heroine had such a loss. Her\nfather had died years ago, and she was taking care of her mother, who was\nsuffering from cancer and being kept at home while her daughter spent time with\nher. This Becky was no heroine, just a regular person who had a job on weekends\ndown in the theatrical district. When she wasn't home, a couple of neighbors\nstayed over and helped keep an eye on the sickly woman. This was not what\nBecky-Prime needed -- more misery in a life that was almost hers. She said she\nwould be going, but first, could she just see Donna Hooper? This world's Becky\nsaid, \"Of course, but she'll be sleeping. I keep her medicated most of the time,\nbecause of the pain.\" They went to the bedroom, where a Donna Hooper was snug in\na big bed. The covers were over her and Becky-Prime could just see her face. It\nwas older than her mother's, and wrinkled. She really wanted to see her mother's\nface, even on a copy of her mother. But this was close. They left the room and\nGlory Girl reached to push the button that would send her on the way. But she\npaused. \"Do you mind if I get a glass of water?\" she asked. \"No, go ahead,\" the\nother Becky said. So Becky-Prime went to the kitchen and ran cold water out of\nthe tap. She filled a glass and sipped at it. And looked out the back window.\nShe saw it in the back yard. A yellow panel van that said Ryker Rentals on the\nside. She stared at it for several minutes, finished the glass of water and\nwalked back into the living room. \"It's over Becky. I know.\" The Becky of this\nworld slumped down and sat on the edge of the couch. She began to cry. \"She\nappeared here and said she left a husband and a daughter behind and didn't know\nhow to get back to them. She said that you would be looking for her, and she\nasked to stay here while she waited for someone to come and take her home.\" The\nother Becky stood up and waved her hands. \"You two still had each other. I\ndidn't have anybody! Dad died three years ago. Mom got sick and held on for\nawhile, but two months ago she died. I was left all alone in this house! I cried\nmyself to sleep every night!\" She slowly walked to the bedroom door and looked\nat Donna Hopper. \"I was in the back yard when she first appeared. There was a\nloud popping sound in the air when it happened. I just heard the same thing and\nlooked out the window to see you standing there. Your Mom likes a glass of juice\nevery so often. I still had some of my mom's old medication. I put a couple of\npills into her drink and it knocked her out. I put her in the bed...\"\nBecky-Prime went over to the bed. On the table next to it was a basin of water\nand a towel. She moistened the towel and wiped her mother's face. The gray\npallor and the wrinkles wiped off, and the towel was covered with greasepaint.\nThe other Becky had said she worked in the theatrical district. She must be a\nmakeup artist. Becky went to the unit on her arm and pushed the second button.\nIt lit up green, signalling that her quest was over. Becky-Prime pulled the\ncovers down and pulled the woman to a sitting position. Wrapping her arms around\nher mother, Becky-Prime pushed the third button and went home.
\nAuthor's Note:
\nWARNING: This story is fictional and is not intended to portray any real\npersons, living or dead, nor is it at all intended to encourage the type of\nactivity portrayed here. It is strictly a fantasy/parody, intended for the\npersonal enjoyment of those who appreciate female costumed characters in fear\nfor their life or the violation of their body. The story describes and/or hints\nat graphic sexual situations, including bondage, violence, non-consensual sex,\nand other elements unacceptable in certain communities. It is NOT intended, nor\nis it at all suitable, for minors. If you are under the age of 18, or if this\ntype of thing offends you, you shouldn’t be reading it. If you are a person who\ndoes find the material described above, then I invite you to enjoy this story.
\nThe story contains characters of my own creation, but also characters who are\nthe property of various established comic book companies. Those characters are\nused without any permission by the owners of those characters and are included\nonly to offer a fan's expression of those characters in a situation that would\nnot be seen in mainstream comics. This story is strictly done for non-profit\nenjoyment by other fans interested in this adult genre. This story may not be\nmoved to, or included in any website that requires payment for content.
\nGlory Girl
\nEpisode Three: Too Many Beckys
\nby Alias the Rat
\nPart One
\nRebecca Hooper and her mother walked through the mall enjoying their morning\ntogether. They'd first spent an hour at Santa Maria Children's Hospital with\ntheir costumes on as Glory Girl and the long retired Shady Lady. The kids had\nloved seeing the new heroine and asked her for photos or autographs. Some just\nwanted a hug. And their faces when they saw her... Becky was so happy about\nthat. Her mother had spent time with the doctors, nurses and office people who\nremembered her from her past as an important superheroine in Granite City. When\nthey finished there, the two ladies changed into ordinary garb and decided to\nspend the rest of the day at the Branchwood Mall. They looked at new draperies\nfor the living room, the vacuum cleaners at Sears, and the clothes everywhere.\nWhen they passed Spencer Gifts, Becky squealed and pointed. \"Mom, look! Oh My\nGod!\" Her excitement was driven by the lifesize cardboard cutout of Glory Girl\nstanding in the front window. \"That is so... so... neato!\" Donna Gilbert wrapped\nher arm around her daughter's shoulders and said, \"Yes, it does look fantastic.\nYou just haven't realized yet how famous you are and how you will be seeing\nyourself everywhere for a while. Did Dad tell you about the billboard for\nChannel 6 that he saw downtown? It has a huge picture of you to promote the\ninterview they did with you that will be running this week.\" Becky gasped.\n\"Really? Wow...\"
\nIt had been only a few months since Glory Girl's actions had foiled a major\nterrorist attack on Granite City and the media were still heavily promoting\nanything they had about the city's new public figure. She had agreed to\noccasional interviews and appearances, but the same questions over and over were\ngetting boring. And when the questions were unusual, she was afraid she'd get\ncaught off-guard and say something stupid or embarrassing. But the attention was\nnice.
\nThey moved to Victoria's Secret, where Becky went through the exotic lingerie\nand wished she could afford so many of the beautiful things. As she held up a\nwhite teddy, Becky said, \"Oh, I would love to wear this when I'm with...ahhh...\"\nHer mother looked at her and smiled. \"So you are seeing someone special. How\ncome he's a big secret?\" She couldn't mention her special guy was the son of a\nvillain her father had battled. Mom might understand a little, but Dad would\ntotally freak! \"He's special, but I don't think he's ready to meet you and Dad\nyet. I don't want Dad to scare him off!\" She held up some things and told her\nmother, \"Gee Mom, you should get yourself something special while we're here.\nThose things you wear are nice, but...\" Donna shook her head. \"The bras and\npanties I get at JC Penney are just fine and I like their prices. This place\ncharges twice as much just for the name.\" Becky held up a frilly black lace\nbrassiere, similar to the type her mom wore, but with much fancier lace. \"You\ndon't like this? I bet Dad would like it on you. If you won't buy it yourself, I\nguess Dad will have to get it for you...\"
\nDonna laughed at this. \"You know your father would never set foot in here.\nRemember when we bought you your first brassiere? We took it home and you pulled\nit out of the box and showed it to him...\" Becky smiled at the memory. \"Oh yeah.\nHe turned as red as the front of his costume.\" Donna held the fancy bra up and\nstared at it. \"Your father is not comfortable with women's unmentionables, at\nleast outside of our bedroom.\" Becky raised her eyebrows at this. \"Wow. You go,\nMom. Hey, at least you got that really nice necklace for your anniversary.\"\nDonna replied. \"Yes, that was a wonderful surprise. I never expected your father\nto...\" Donna looked at her daughter's face. \"... wait a minute. You have a silly\ngrin on your face, Becky. Did you put him up to that?\"
\nRebecca confessed. \"Yes, he said he was get you a vacuum cleaner for your\nanniversary, for pete's sake! How romantic would that have been? So I sort of\nsteered him to Koldwell's and mentioned how romantic a gift like that would be.\"\nDonna's eyes narrowed. \"You sneaky butt-insky! I guess I have to thank you. I\nthanked your father very much that night! But with Christmas coming, mind your\nown business, young lady. I need a new vacuum. The old one is working terrible.\"
\nThe ladies finally left Victoria's Secret, with Becky buying that teddy she'd\nliked. She turned towards the food court and asked, \"You wanna get something to\neat here?\" Her mother paused, and replied, \"Yes, I'm getting hungry, but why\ndon't we go someplace a little nicer. Maggiano's is just across the street and\nthey have such a nice menu.\" Becky thought this was a great suggestion. \"Yeah,\nlet's! You remember I told you about the great place in Gotham City I ate at\nwhen I visited Barbara last month. It was so fancy looking and the food was\ngreat. But the prices! I was glad when Helena grabbed the check.\" \"Don't worry\nabout the bill, sweety,\" Donna said. \"This time I'm treating.\" Becky and Donna\nleft the mall and cut through the parking lot towards the restaurant they had\ndecided on.
\nNearby, a panel van marked Ryker Rentals was at a loading dock, dropping off\nsome packages. The driver got back in the vehicle with the last big bite of a\nchicken sandwich in his mouth, and holding a extra large cup of hot coffee he'd\ngrabbed at the food court. He couldn't take the time to get something better as\nhe was running late. His regular truck had blown a fuel pump and getting this\nrental replacement and switching the load over had wasted much of the morning.\nHe was running really late, and had to get his deliveries done before the late\nafternoon traffic tied up the streets too much. His hand went to the center\nconsole to place the coffee cup in the holder while his other hand touched the\nshift lever. But in this rental truck, the console was laid out differently. The\ncup tipped over, and the hot coffee splashed into his lap. He jumped up, snapped\nthe door open and hopped alongside the truck, brushing with his hands as the\nliquid scalded him. He didn't notice the truck start to creep away, as in his\nexcitement he had bumped the shift into neutral. The dock he had been at was up\nagainst the upper level of the mall, and as the van rolled it moved faster and\nfaster as it went down the incline towards the parking area at the lower level.\nIn front of the charging vehicle were two women, unaware that they were in its\npath.
\nSuddenly Donna saw the yellow van out of the corner of her eye. She placed her\nhand on Becky's shoulder, yelled out a warning and pushed. Becky looked over and\nsaw the danger. She lept and went twenty feet through the air with the ability\nher legs gave her. As she was about to land she had a moment to look back at her\nmother, who was directly in the uncontrolled van's path. Becky saw her mother\nsuddenly become indistinct and turn into a cloud of mist as the truck reached\nher. Then Becky's landing caused her to roll over and absorb the shock of\nhitting the pavement. Quickly she was getting up, unharmed. She suddenly heard\nher mother's voice, faintly. \"Becky... is that you? You look so different...\"\nBecky thought that was an unusual thing to hear, and was about ask Mom what she\nmeant when she heard a scream. The van's driver, who had been running after the\nvehicle, suddenly stopped and was shouting. \"What the... Where did the van go!\"\nBecky stood and looked back. The guy yelling was right! The van was gone. More\nimportant, Rebecca saw no sign of her mother. And one other very strange thing\n-- at the spot where the truck had encountered Donna Gilbert, a big circular\npiece of the pavement had been scooped out.
\nThe police arrived and people congregated around the space, wondering what had\nhappened. Becky went to the restaurant, back into the mall and looked around,\nreally beginning to worry about what had happened to her mom. In a secluded\nspot, she changed into her Glory Girl outfit, and talked to the police about the\nmissing woman. Becky knew she would have to call Dad soon and wished there was\nsomething she could tell him to explain what had happened. The police were\nbaffled and Becky didn't have a clue what had caused her mother to vanish. Then\nshe realised she could call in some special help...
\nWeeks before, the Hooper residence had a visitor late one evening. A man in a\ntrenchcoat had come to the door asking to speak to Rebecca. Dad had been curious\nwho was trying to contact his daughter, and when the man entered the house his\nform shifted and changed until he was a blue-caped green humanoid figure. He\nintroduced himself as J'onn J'onzz, Martian Manhunter. He had come to represent\nthe Justice League of America and to make an offer to Glory Girl. He did not\noffer membership in the league, as he pointed out that the heroine was pretty\nnew in the spotlight and so far had established herself only as a heroine who\nworked on her own most of the time. But the governing council of the JLA had\ndiscussed the young lady recently and it was decided, thanks to the\nrecommendations of Superman and Wonder Woman, that the league would offer\nreserve status to Glory Girl on a probationary basis. He explained that this\nmeant that if Glory Girl would agree to be available to help the JLA in a time\nof crisis, then the contacts and resources of the league would be offered to\nRebecca if she was facing problems she could not handle. J'onn offered her a\nphone number, and said it was a direct line to someone at the JLA and would give\nher a quick way to contact the league in an emergency. Becky had thanked the\nmartian and promised to do her best to not take the responsibility lightly.
\nNow she recalled that number she had memorized and pulled out her cell phone.\nShe dialed and after a single ring, she heard an answer. \"Yes, Glory Girl? Do\nyou have a problem?\" was asked of her by a voice she recognized as J'onn J'onzz.\nStartled at being so quickly in touch with a person of his importance, she\noutlined what had happened. He asked her, \"Your mother phased out to let the\ntruck pass through her? Odd... wait, I see from your file that she is The Shady\nLady. I'm bringing up her old file on my monitor screen. Our records go back to\nthe days when the the group was called the Justice Society. She was not a\nmember, but sometimes worked with the Society and we have some records on her\nservice and abilities. Hmmm. I am sending a person to check out the scene. If\nfurther investigation is needed we will help you find out what happened. I am\nglad you decided to contact us. Out.\"
\nIn only a few minutes, a figure flew into the sky over the parking lot, circled\nand landed near Glory Girl. The young girl wore a long-sleeved blue top covered\nwith stars, white and blue shorts, red gloves and boots and a blue mask. In her\nhands she held a glowing gold staff that was as tall as she was and pulsed with\nenergy. She held her hand out to Rebecca. \"Hi, Glory Girl. I'm Stargirl, but you\ncan just call me Stars. J'onn sent me to look over the area and see if we can\ndetect what happened. You said your m... the woman who vanished was only out of\nyour sight for a minute?\" Glory Girl nodded. \"Yes, she was over there, and then\nwhen I landed from jumping out of the way of the van, I rolled over and in the\nmatter of seconds, the van, the woman, and part of the pavement had disappeared.\nDo you have any idea what might cause such a thing?\" The wielder of the cosmic\nstaff turned and walked around the spot where the odd action had occured. The\nstaff glowed and pulsed over the depression in the pavement. Stargirl pulled out\na communicator and spoke into it. \"J'onn? It's as you suspected. There is a\nresidual trace of some kind of dimensional transport field here. But it doesn't\nread exactly like any of the ones we have on file. It's somehow different. I\nthink we need the expert down here. OK. Stars out.\" The girl turned to Rebecca\nand put a hand on her shoulder. \"Good news. There is a trace of a portal having\nbeen opened here. That's the kind of thing used to teleport to another\ndimension, and we have someone on the way who knows more about this phenomenom\nthan anybody. Professor Palmer will be able to track down where your mo... where\nthe woman went.\" Becky sighed with relief and used a nearby pay phone to call\nher dad. She was happy she'd waited until she had something positive to report.\nHe said he would be right over.
\nAfter a few minutes, a JLA shuttle arrived and Becky was introduced to Professor\nRay Palmer, the expert, as well as a stretching hero who was called the\nElongated Man and a fellow in cowboy gear named the Vigilante. The latter pair\nhelped Palmer pull out and set up modular scanning units that were used to\nexamine the area where Donna Hooper had vanished. While they were doing this,\nMister Patriot (Rebecca's father) flew onto the scene, and Becky went over with\nhim what she had been told. She saw her dad was very disturbed by the\ndisappearance, and Becky tried to assure him that all the resources of the JLA\nwould certainly be able to take care of things. She wished she were as certain\nas she tried to sound.
\nBut the work went into hours. Part of the parking area was cleared and a tent\nwent up to hold more and more equipment that was brought in. The Professor and\nthe other experts who had come to join him gave no indication that they were\nfinding what they wanted to find. Becky and her father sensed things were not\ngoing well and their fears grew about the fate of Donna Hooper.
\nFinally Professor Palmer called them over and they all sat down at a table to go\nover what he had. He told them that the residual energy signature was\ndimensional-warp related, but different enough that the scientists could not get\na lock on where the warp had transported the woman and the truck. \"I have gone\nover the old records about The Shady Lady's powers. You said, Glory Girl, that\nyou saw her use her transformation to mist to allow the truck to pass through\nher after she pushed you out of its path. According to the old records that were\nwritten up when she worked with the Justice Society many years ago, her power\nwas based on an ability to become semi-solid and to also cause anything passing\nthrough her, or that she was trying to go through, to also become semi-solid.\nShe changed her own body and the truck, in this case. But the truck was\ntransporting a small quantity of a rare radioactive isotope to Broad Canyon\nResearch Center for testing. They are working on more efficient uses of\nradiation to treat cancer. When the truck passed through her she tried to phase\nthrough the isotope, and that caused a unstable freak dimensional breakdown. A\nbubble popped and she was in it, with the van and a section of the pavement.\nEverything in the bubble went... somewhere else.\" Patrick Hooper broke in, no\nlonger able to stay quiet. \"Can you tell us where she went? Can we get her back?\nPlease say you can...\" Ray Palmer looked grim. \"Wherever she is, we can send\nyou. But we don't know where she went. People and machines that create\ndimensional rifts use orderly energy patterns that our equipment can read and\ndecipher. If a rift of that type appears anywhere, we can easily pin down both\nends of the transport. But this was a wild, disordered pattern. There are\nmillions of dimensions out there. And we don't know which one she ended up at.\"
\nBecky turned and embraced her father as they both realised the enormity of this\ninformation. They might never see Donna again! Becky sobbed. \"Oh, Dad! I heard\nher call to me after she vanished. I never thought that she...\" Palmer\ninterupted her at this. \"What? There was a connection for a period after she\ntransported? The portal, though invisible must have been there for a few\nminutes. What did she say?\" Becky repeated the faint words she had heard after\nthe incident. Palmer smiled. \"This might be the clue we need. She said she saw a\nBecky -- not exactly like you but close enough that she recognized the girl as\nsuch. I told you there were millions of dimensions. But most of them would not\nhave a Becky Hooper. So if we have a control unit that could take someone to any\ndimension with an inhabitant who has the exact or nearly exact DNA coding of\nBecky Cooper - the make-up of a person who had to be the daughter of that\ndimension's Patrick Hooper and Donna Gilbert, it would highly reduce the number\nof places you would have to look. Instead of calling every number in the phone\nbook, you only have to call the numbers with a Rebecca or Becky in the name. See\nhow that narrows the search?\"
\nPatrick Hooper, hope on his face, said, \"That's great. I'll go anywhere to\nfind...\" Palmer stopped him. \"No, it will have to be Rebecca that goes. She can\nwear a transport bracelet with a sensor to detect the pattern she is looking\nfor, but the unit will be comparing her DNA pattern to the ones she scans to\nfind any dimension where Donna Hooper might be. Becky, are you willing to go?\nEven narrowed down, you may have to go to a lot of places before you find your\nmother.\" Becky looked him in the eye and said, \"I'll go anywhere for Mom.\"
\nThey equipped her with a sleek metal armband that covered half of her right\nforearm. It had three buttons on it that were covered with plastic shields to\navoid accidental triggering. Professor Palmer showed her that each plastic cover\ncould flip up to allow the button to be pushed. \"Alright. The first button will\nautomatically warp you to the nearest world that you have not already visited\nthat has a person with a DNA pattern that exactly or almost exactly matches\nyours or your mom's. On these worlds you will probably meet women who look\nexactly like you and/or your mother. The second button will activate scans to\nlet you know if it is your mother or an exact duplicate who is the Donna Hooper\nof that dimension. The scan will take a few seconds if you are within sight of\nyour target. If the button lights up yellow, the person does not have your\nmother's DNA pattern. If it glows red, she has the same DNA but her vibrational\nresonance is that of the other dimension and she is just that place's version of\nyour mother. If the light turns green, you found her. The third button is set to\nreturn you home. If you hold a person tight, she will transport with you. Are\nyou ready?\" Becky took a deep breath, looked over at her dad, and nodded. She\npushed the first button...
\nPart Two
\nThe original Rebecca (Becky-Prime) looked out at a large open area. She had\ntransported to a courtyard that was paved in flagstones and a low stone wall\nenclosed it. The air was chilly, and a wind blew from the mountains she saw in\nthe distance. Looking around, she saw a figure about thirty feet to her right.\nIt was a tall, redhaired woman, clad in a chain mail bikini, who was facing away\nfrom Becky and swinging a large sword back and forth in some kind of practice\nritual. Becky watched, without moving or making a sound. But after a minute, the\nswordswoman stopped her ritual and turned to face Rebecca. Becky gasped. The\nwoman's face was the same as hers. If not for the hair color she would have been\nBecky's twin. The swordswoman aproached, warily. \"Who are you, visitor in\nstrange garb? Do you come to attack me?\" Becky spoke. \"No, I am merely traveling\nhere from another world. My mother was accidentally sent into another world and\nI seek her out. I have no quarrel with you and do not want to fight you.\" The\nswordswoman lowered her weapon and sheathed it. \"I am Sonya of Hyrkania, known\nin these lands as Red Sonja. You describe a nobel quest. I would do such a thing\nto get back my mother, but she died in my arms when our village was attacked by\nrampaging hordes of mercenaries many years ago. Since that black day I have\nserved the goddess Scathach, using the skill she gave me to avenge and protect\nthe helpless. I wish you luck on your journey and hope you success. I will offer\na prayer to Scathach that she will aid you.\" The swordswoman bent her head and\ndropped to a knee, murmuring her words to her goddess. Becky dropped to a knee\nalongside her and waited for the redhead to finish. \"Thank you for your prayers.\nI hope they will guide me to the person I seek.\" Becky pushed the first button\nand the strange world of swords and sorcery was left behind.
\nThat first stop had been very exotic, but it was followed by one that surprised\nRebecca by its familiarity. She appeared in a kitchen she knew so well, facing\nherself and her parents just as she knew them. This other Becky sat at the table\nwith toast and yogurt, and the Donna Hooper was handing a plate of sausage and\neggs to the Patrick Hooper of this world when Glory Girl appeared in front of\nthem. They were startled and Becky-Prime said she was not there to harm them,\nonly stopping in a journey to find her mother who had been accidentally sent to\na world different from the one she came from. They were still confused until she\nrealised on this world the Hoopers were ordinary folks who had never been\ncostumed heros. She eased their fears when she took off her mask and the other\nBecky saw she was her duplicate. The sensors on her armband told the original\nBecky that this Donna was not her mother, but the mother of the Becky of this\nworld. So she prepared to move on. They wished her well, and she knew they\nwould. It was the same thing that she and her parents would have done in a\nsimilar situation. She moved on to another world, and another. These stops\nseemed to run together. Most stops were so much like her world. Professor Palmer\nhad said there would be something different about each world she visited, but\nsometimes it was hard to detect the differences, they were so minor. On many\nworlds the Becky there also fought crime as Glory Girl, but on one she could fly\nand another she had her father's strength. One place seemed identical to home\nuntil she saw Becky there was left handed. On one stop she appeared in her\nparent's bedroom. Donna was tied to the bedposts wearing only a frilly black\nlace brassiere. Patrick Hopper was kneeling at the bed, his face in her crotch\neating his wife's pussy. Donna was whipping her head back and forth and moaning,\nin the heights of sexual pleasure. Becky was too embarrased and dumbstruck to\nmove or say anything when this world's Donna Hooper happened to look over and\ncried out \"Becky! What are you doing in here!\" The original Becky could think of\nno way to explain this situation without dying of embarrasment, so she checked\nthe sensor, was extremely relieved to see that woman in the heights of sexual\npassion was not her mother, and pushed the first button to leave. The last thing\nshe noted was the erotic black lace bra. It was the one from Victoria's Secret\nshe'd tried to get Mom to buy.
\nAt her new stop, she was standing in a cemetary. Looking around, she saw a woman\nin a wheelchair, and walked over to her. The woman's head was down, staring at a\nnearby headstone. Becky-Prime noticed the side of the brown-haired woman's face\nwas scarred from a very old injury, then recognized her. \"Are you... Donna\nHooper?\" she asked. The woman brought her face up to look at Becky, surprised\nthat someone else was there. \"What?? No... I'm Donna Gilbert. I would have been\nDonna Hooper, but my fiance, Partick Hooper died... \" Donna's eyes went back to\nthe grave, and Becky looked down. It was the stone for Patrick Hooper, and it\nlisted his death as weeks before the day Becky's folks had married back on her\nworld. Becky asked, \"What happened to him?\" The crippled woman looked up again.\n\"Why do you ask? It's ancient history. People don't even remember us.\" She\npaused and sighed, then decided to tell her story. \"We were planning our wedding\nwhen an old enemy of mine, Professor Cargill, escaped from prison. We went after\nhim and found him in his laboratory. Patrick was the super-hero called Mr.\nPatriot. Big... strong... handsome... a wonderful man. I was also a costumed\ncrime-fighter called The Shady Lady. Cargill had armed himself with a powerful\nray weapon. Patrick was hit, and went down. Cargill pointed it at me and fired.\nI phased out and the beam went right through me. It hit a load bearing wall and\nthe building started to come down. Cargill switched to a different weapon, one\nthat suddenly neutralized my powers. We struggled, and we rolled into a bench\nwhere containers of chemicals were sitting. they broke, and we both were covered\nin chemicals that burned us. Then the building collapsed. When rescuers arrived,\nthey dug us out. But Patrick was dead, Cargill was dead, and my face and much of\nmy body was badly burned. Part of the roof hit my back and snapped my spine. I\nwas in the hospital for a long time. I never even got to see them bury Patrick.\nSo I spend a lot of time here with him.\" Becky saw that tears were flowing down\nthe face of Donna Gilbert. \"When they got me out... I'd been pregnant. But I\nlost the child... a little girl.\" Becky put her arm over the woman's shoulders,\nand stayed there for a little while, trying to console the woman who was almost\nher mother. But then she had to move on.
\nShe stopped at another series of worlds with duplicates of home with the most\nminor differences. She was losing count. Then there was the world where Becky\nwasn't a super-heroine, she was a dancer. On a pole. In a g-string. The original\nBecky was amazed at how... agile that Becky was! Then she came to a world she\nthought of as number 56, even though she had lost count and wasn't sure if it\nwas the 56th stop she'd made.
\nIt was a horrible world. She stood in the street of a destroyed city. Buildings\nhad been knocked down and the debris had burned. Rubble and ash were everywhere.\nBecky looked around and suddenly recalled a photo in the history books --\nHiroshima! She was in a city that had been destroyed by a nuclear blast! But why\nwould she have been transported to Hiroshima? She had not seen anyone in the\narea as she had glanced around, but suddenly she did see a woman, bent over and\nslowly shuffling along, come into view. She looked weak and sick, and she wore\nonly tattered remnants of clothes. The parts of her body that were visible were\ncovered with burns and sores. The poor woman happened to look up and saw Glory\nGirl. \"Becky! Oh, Becky! I knew I would find you if I kept looking.\" Becky\nrealized with horror that this wretched person was Donna Hooper! She ran over\nand the woman was tottering on her feet and collapsed into Becky's arms. She\nkept murmuring over and over, \"I knew I'd find you...\" The woman's breathing was\nlabored, and she saw with horror that she was very weak. Why was she alone here\nin such a state? \"M... Mom, where's Dad?\" she asked. Donna's reply was faint,\nand came out in gasps. \"He was downtown. No... nobody survived downtown. I was\nhome. The house was demolished but I wasn't hurt... too bad. They wanted all the\nsurvivors to evacuate, but I wouldn't leave without finding you. So I hid and\nstayed behind. I've been here, looking for you since...\" Becky suddenly figured\nit out. She looked to the horizon and recognized the hills to the south. This\nwas Granite City! On a world where Glory Girl hadn't stopped the bomb. This\nworld's version of her mother refused to leave, staying in the deadly\nradioactive area to search for a daughter who was probably vaporized in the\nblast. Becky felt the woman in her arms grow weaker, and knew she was dying.\nDonna Hopper had stayed here, calling on all her energy and willpower to keep\ngoing while she looked for the daughter she loved. Having found someone she\nbelieved was her Rebecca, she was giving up. It took a short time, and the woman\nwho was another Becky Hooper's mother died in Becky's arms. She scanned the\ncorpse and saw it was not her mother. But that didn't stop the tears from\nrunning down her face. She looked over the city once more and pressed the first\nbutton.
\nPart Three
\nShe was in a large study of someone's house. Behind a desk, a blond woman in\nglasses who appeared in her late twenties was working at a computer. She looked\nover at Glory Girl and stopped. Then a few keystrokes on her unit resulted in a\nbeam of light focusing on Becky momentarily. The woman at the desk spoke. \"So,\nmy scans indicate you are from another dimension. What brings you to visit me?\"\nBecky reached up and pulled her mask off. \"Well, I'm Becky Hooper. My mother had\nan accident and was transported to another dimension. I'm searching for her. Are\nyou also Rebecca Hooper?\" The other woman answered with a smile. \"I was. Now I\nam Professor Rebecca Belham. That sounds like an impossible task. How would you\nfind a person lost in the myriad of dimensions?\" Becky spoke back, surprised.\n\"Belham? You married Arnie?\" Now it was the professor's turn to show a little\nsurprise on her face. \"I married Arnold Belham, a computer programming genius\nwho worked with me on several projects. We have two children, Jonathan and\nEmily...\" Becky broke in, \"Emily! My grandmother's name was Emily!\" The Rebecca\nof this world smiled. \"Of course. Mine too. Did she tell you stories of pixie\narmies battling the dragonflies to protect the land of the little folk from\ninvasion?\" Becky smiled and nodded, and the older Rebecca continued. \"I always\nloved to sit in her lap and picture in my mind the Prince of the Pixies battling\nGrendor the evil king of the dragonflies. Grammy passed away a few years ago,\nand I was happy she got to hold my newborn Emily and see the\ngreat-grand-daughter that we named after her. When little Emily is older, I'll\ntell her the tales of the pixies.\" Becky smiled at this, then asked, \"Are your\nparents alive? What did they think of Arnie.. er, Arnold?\" This question puzzled\nthe Rebecca of this world as she answered. \"My parents are retired down in Boca\nRaton. The four of us fly down and spend time with them several times a year.\nThey love him as much as I do.\" Becky saw that the question had puzzled the\nwoman, and she explained. \"Well, professor, on my world, I'm also in a\nrelationship with my Arnie Belham, but... I'm a costumed crimefighter, as you\ncan plainly see. My mom and dad were supers and they've been retired for awhile.\nAnd Arnie's dad was one of my dad's worst enemies.\"
\nThe older woman laughed at this. \"You are in a predicament. Oh, since you're\nsort of like family, just call me Becky.\" The heroine replied. \"Oh, no, that\nwould be confusing. You call me Becky and I'll call you Rebecca, OK?\" The two\nwomen shook hands and nodded. Rebecca repeated her inquiry about Becky's quest,\nand Becky went over what had happened back on her world and what she had\nencountered on all her stops in her travels this far. Rebecca pulled out a\nscanner and passed it over Becky's armband unit, then spent several minutes\nreading the screen on her computer. \"A really well designed and efficient piece\nof equipment you have there! Some of these circuits I've never seen before. This\nProfessor Palmer you spoke of must be even more knowledgeble of\ninter-dimensional mechanics than I am. And on this world, I'm the expert. But I\nsee a flaw in his programming. He set the scans so that you were transported to\nany world with an exact DNA match -- another Becky -- or a DNA match that was\nexactly one-half the same as yours on the maternal side -- a Donna. Now if I\nadjust the programming slightly, your targets will be limited to only dimensions\nwhere both a Becky and a Donna exist, which from what you heard when your mother\nvanished, is what you need to narrow the search to. Then you won't be stopping\nat worlds where just a Becky exists -- even a 98% match like the Red Sonja you\nencountered -- or where your mother lives and you don't, like your last stop. I\nalso see you picked up some radiation when you were there. Not a heavy dose, but\nwhat you have in you could make you very sick for awhile. I can give you some\nmedication to counteract that.\" Becky smiled, \"Wow, thanks! You're being so\nhelpful.\" Rebecca shook her head. \"It's the least I could do for someone who\nis... me. Would you like to stay a while and rest? You could meet Jonathan and\nEmily.\" Becky thought a minute, then shook her head. \"I'd like that Rebecca, but\nmy mom's out there someplace, and I need to keep after her.\" Rebecca nodded, and\nthen she took a data transfer cable and plugged it into the unit on Becky's arm.\nShe spent a short time transfering commands to the dimensional traveling device,\nand while she did so a secretary brought in a tray with bottled water and a\nsmall vial of pills. \"Take one of those every 24 hours until you use them up.\nThat will keep you going while the radiation leaves your system. The programming\nis done. I wish you luck and I hope you find your... our mother.\" Becky came\naround the desk and gave her other self a big hug. Them she pushed the first\nbutton, and vanished. Professor Belham reached for her phone and pushed a button\non speed-dial. \"Hello, darling? Do you have any work piled up for this weekend?\nI really feel like going down to visit mom and dad. I'll tell you why over\ndinner. It's an interesting story. See you then.\"
\nBecky's next few stops were more of the mundane type. She would pop in on the\ntrio of Becky and her parents and explain what she was doing. None of the Donnas\nwere the one she was looking for. She still was interested in seeing what was\ndifferent each world. In one place, the other Becky mentioned her parents were\nalso retired superheroes -- Ms. Patriot and The Shadow Man. At another stop\nshe'd learned they were exactly like her family and the house seemed identical.\nAll the furniture, curtains and curios on the shelves were the same. She\ncouldn't figure out what was different until she glanced out a window and saw\npalm trees! She asked where they lived, and it turned out this Hooper family\nresided in a Los Angeles suburb. Just then the doorbell rang and that world's\nBecky squealed. \"Oh, I've gotta run! It's Arnie and we're going surfing. Good\nluck, other Becky!\" and she took off. Becky-Prime glanced at the parents, but\nthey seemed perfectly comfortable with the arrangement. Wow, she thought. This\nBecky is so lucky. She even gets to surf!
\nThen she dropped into a dangerous situation. She appeared in a warehouse, and\nshe was hidden in the shadows on one side of the room. On the opposite side she\nsaw Mr. Patriot chained to the wall. He was struggling, but a pair of pulsing\ngreen flourescent tubes on either side of his position seemed to have sapped his\nsuper-strength. What was worse, in the center of the room were a couple of\ntables on which two women were tied down. Each of the ladies were naked except\nfor identical black and gray masks over their faces. She recognized the mask as\nthe one her mother wore when she was The Shady Lady. The auburn haired woman\nmust be Donna Hopper. Becky wondered if the other one, a blonde, was this\nworld's Rebecca. Around the tables, a bunch of goons stood with a gray-haired\nman who looked to be a super-villain of some kind. He was ranting. \"The light\nabove you cancels your powers, ladies. You are my prisoners and I will finally\nhave my revenge for all the schemes you have thwarted in the past. Shady Lady, I\nwanted to get my hands on... and all over (heh, heh!) you for a long time. Your\nprotege will entertain my men while I have my way with you. Muscle Boy...\" the\nvillain pointed at Becky's dad, \"...will have to watch. Or he can have a copy of\nthe DVD I plan to distribute with the filming of these activities.\" Becky\nsuddenly recognized the man from her mother's old press clippings - it was the\narch-villain, Professor Cargill, who Mom had battled over and over. On her world\nthe creep had disappeared years back, but here he was still causing trouble.\nBecky-Prime knew she had to help the trio in front of her and looked around. A\nlight unit mounted over the tables was giving off a pulsing red glow that must\nbe what was keeping Shady Lady from escaping. Near where she stood in the\nshadows, Becky-Prime spotted a toolbox sitting open. She grabbed a large wrench\nand threw it hard as she could. It smashed into the red lights and they went\nout. The two female prisoners became misty and flowed out of their bindings. The\nhenchmen attacked, but whenever a man's fist went at one of the women, it passed\nright through, harmlessly. When the super-heroines threw a punch or did a leg\nkick, it would land solid and the goons were soon all ko'ed or close to being\nso. Professor Cargill turned to try to reach the exit, but Glory Girl cut him\noff and decked him. When she looked back, the ladies were retreiving and putting\non their costumes. Both wore black and gray outfits. The blonde went to Mr\nPatriot's side and threw a switch that eliminated the green lights that had held\nhim powerless. With this, he flexed his muscles and the chains fell to pieces.\nThe three heroes of this world approached Glory Girl and that Donna Hooper\nextended her hand. \"Thanks for the timely help, young lady. I'm the Shady Lady.\nThis is my husband, Mr. Patriot and my daughter, Mist Maid.\" Becky-Prime told\nthem her costumed identity, then asked them to step to an ajoining room. Out of\nthe sight and hearing of the villains, she doffed her mask (the trio gasped),\nand told them who she was and why she had come there from her world. They said\nthey wished her well in her quest and asked if there was anything they could do\nto help. She thanked them, but said it was up to her and once again pushed that\nfirst button.
\nShe appeared in the next world and looked around. It seemed to be a college\ncampus of some kind and she glanced around to look for any sign of the Becky or\nDonna of this world. She didn't see anyone, but quite a few people were looking\nat her. Was this a world without costumed heroines? Suddenly she heard\nscreeching tires as a green van came around a corner, barreling along much too\nfast for the busy area it was in. A flying female then landed in the path of the\nvehicle and braced herself for impact. The blonde girl wore a very skimpy blue\nbikini and a narrow blue mask, and when the van hit, it crumpled against her\nhands. The men inside tumbled out and tried to scatter. The heroine was shaking\nher hands. \"Wow, that really stung\"! she said and then she dashed back and forth\ngrabbing the felons. But there was one she had missed, and he grabbed a passerby\nand yelled out. \"Blue Angel, I gotta a gun to this girl's head. You let us go or\nshe's dead!\" The bikinied babe hesitated. But Glory Girl had been on the edge of\nthe scene behind the crook, and jumped to a spot right behind him and chopped\nhim on the back of his neck. The gun dropped and he crumpled to the ground. By\nthen, police cars that had been trying to pursue the van (but which had slowed\ndown to avoid endangering the people on the streets) had arrived and were taking\nthe men into custody. Blue Angel walked over to Glory Girl and extended her\nhand. She grimaced a little when she shook hands. \"Ouch! I don't know why I did\nthat. Guess I was showing off a little. My name's Blue Angel. Thanks for the\nhelp. Are you a new heroine in Silver City? I don't recognize you.\" Becky smiled\nand said, \"I'm new on this world. My name is Glory Girl. I come from a world in\nanother dimension. Back there we had an accident where my mother was trapped in\na freak dimensional transport. I have to travel through the dimensions trying to\nfind out where she went.\" Blue Angel had a concerned look. \"Wow, that sounds\nserious. I hope you find her. Do you think she's here?\" Becky-Prime was about to\nanswer when someone tapped her on the shoulder. It was the young woman the crook\nhad held the gun on. Glory Girl had only seen her back so far, and the woman\nlooked at her and said, \"Excuse me, I really want to thank you for that. You\nsaved my life.\" Becky gasped. \"You... you're Becky Hooper!\" It was indeed the\nBecky Hooper of this world that Glory Girl had saved. Becky-Prime pulled off her\nmask, and the two women of this world both were amazed as they saw the stranger\nhad Becky Hooper's face. \"I'm the version of you from my world. Tell me -- did\nyou see your mother lately? Or someone you thought was your mother who acted\nstrangely.\" The Becky of this world shook her head. \"I wish I could help you,\nbut I haven't seen my mom since I went home a few weekends ago. Sorry.\"\nBecky-Prime sighed, and put her mask back on. \"Well, I guess I will have to go\non to the next dimension and keep looking. Nice to meet you, Blue Angel.\" The\nyoung women in the very skimpy blue costume again shook Glory Girl's hand and\nwished her luck in her quest. Then Becky-Prime's hand went to the transport unit\non her forearm and pressed the button to send her on in her hunt.
\nHer next few stops were more places where the Becky and Donna of those worlds\nwere not heroines and were not able to help. She hurried away, hoping that the\nnext stop would be where he mother was waiting for her. But in this stop she\nfound herself in a wooded area. Although she didn't see anyone, she heard voices\nnot too far off. Men were shouting. \"We found her!\" \"She's over here!\" \"Grab\nHer!\" \"Do not harm her! She's going back and I will determine her fate for\nescaping.\" The last words were in a voice the Becky recognized -- her dad's! She\nwondered who he was chasing, and why. Taking great care to avoid being seen, she\nworked her way through the brush towards the voices. Finally she could see into\na clearing, where a group of young men were all dressed in black jumpsuits. Some\nof them were struggling to hold a woman who was trying to get free. It was Donna\nHooper! Becky scanned the woman and the armband once again signaled it was just\nthe Donna of this world, not hers. Donna was wearing skimpy red shorts and a red\nhalter top. the clothes were torn and tattered and the disheveled woman looked\nlike she'd been in the woods for some time. A figure stepped into the clearing,\na man dressed in a red suit trimmed in gold. It was this world's Patrick Hooper.\nHe looked at the captive and spoke. \"After so many years you again try to\nescape, Alpha 371. Each time I punish you, and you still dispute that I am your\nMaster, with the right to do with you however I feel. Now you will be punished\nonce more. Hunters, prepare her for the lash.\" Some of the men in black pushed\nthe auburn haired woman's face into the side of a tree and pulled her arms out.\nThey tied her arms up and Patrick came up behind her. \"I could do it myself, but\nanother has asked. She told us which direction you ran. She is the one who\nbetrayed you. Alpha 608, take my whip.\" He held out a coiled black leather whip,\nand it was grabbed by a girl who moved out from behind him. She wore an skimpy\noutfit like Donna's, but in perfect shape. And on her neck was a leather collar,\nwith a fine chain being held by the Master. Becky -Prime recognized the Becky of\nthis dimension even before she spoke. \"Master, I am happy to do this for you.\nShe shamed me and her other daughters by her wicked actions.\" Alpha 608 took the\nwhip and began lashing her mother's back. This world's Donna screamed in pain\nand twisted, pulled her body back and forth, but could not avoid the whip as it\ncut into her. Soon her back was a bloody mess and she pressed against the tree,\nmoaning in pain. The Master extended his hand. \"Enough. Hunters, take her back\nto the harem quarters, and tell the women to clean her up. Tonight she will be\nchained in my bed and I will take her sex while the pain in her back makes her\nmoan and gyrate under me. That should be fun. Your whipping of her, Alpha 608,\nhas erased her sin from your person. But when we return, all of her other\ndaughters will also be whipped. Any thought of escape will be eliminated.\" This\nworld's Patrick Hooper suddenly pulled this world's Becky up and against his\nbody. The two of them embraced and kissed passionately, and his hands went down\nand cupped her ass, squeezing the cheeks. Becky-Prime watched all this\nincredously, wondering what kind of world she had stumbled into. Were all women\nhere treated as sex slaves? Could that man really treat his own daughter...\nSuddenly, Alpha 608 dropped to her knees and reached for the Master's crotch.\nZipping open his pants, she pulled out his cock and put it in her mouth. Becky\n-Prime put her head down, unable to watch any more. She was sick from watching\nwhat she'd seen and she suddenly threw up on the ground. She was woozy a little\nfrom the nausea. \"Here! A woman... on the loose!\" The voice came from behind\nBecky-Prime and she looked to see one of the Hunters had discovered her! He\ngrabbed at her ankle, but she kicked out and knocked him backwards. But other\nmen in black surrounded her position and came at her. She spun around, knocking\nthem back as fast as she could. Desperation drove her efforts. A cold fear in\nher gut told her that she had to get out of here. She realized that if she was\ncaptured on this world, she would face a lifetime of being raped by a man who\nwas a copy of her own father. In the stuggle, she finally pulled free long\nenough to get her finger on the button. Mercifully, she left the world of\nhorrors.
\nShe was still very nervous when she appeared in another dimension, which was not\nsurprising considering the shock she'd just had. As soon as she arrived, she\nducked down behind cover. It was a tombstone. She glanced around at the cemetary\nshe had arrived in. Not far off, she saw the mounded earth of a new grave, and\nstanding next to it a couple. She saw it was her father, in a black suit, and\nher mom, in a long black dress. Both were weeping. Becky aimed the sensor at the\nDonna Hooper she saw, but once again the light came on red. She saw the woman\ncrouch down and scoop some of the dirt away with her hand, then put a small\nplant in the hole. Beckey saw it was a tiger lily -- her favorite flower. She\nrealized that the pair were visiting the grave of their Becky. Becky-Prime\nstayed hunched down behind the tombstone and reached for the button to move on\nto another world. She couldn't do anything here. To appear before the grieving\nparents looking like the daughter they had just lost would be too cruel. She\npushed her button.
\nPart Four
\nThe last stop at the cemetary had depressed Becky a lot. It seemed like every\nstop took a little out of her. Not just the really horrible ones. Even at the\nmundane stops she saw happy families of three that reminded her what she was in\nperil of losing. At first she had thought of every world she went to as being\none step closer to finding her mom, but now she was looking at every dimensional\nshift as one more failure. This transit brought her to another of the ordinary\nhappy family worlds. She appeared in their house and told the three surprised\npeople who she was, what had happened to her mother and how she was looking for\nher. But at this stop something just gave out in Becky-Prime. She slumped into a\ndinning room chair and told them about all her stops. Even the worst ones. She\nwent on about all her frustrations, fears and how the task in front of her\nseemed to be endless and overwhelming. Becky-Prime folded her arms on the table,\nput her head down and started to cry. She'd been a very brave costumed heroine,\nbut right now she was just a scared, tired little girl. The Donna Hooper of this\nworld sat next to her, wrapped her arms around the sobbing girl, and did her\nbest to comfort her. The other Becky came over and held one of her hands. After\na little while, Becky-Prime wiped her eyes and pulled herself together. \"I... I\nguess I should be on my way...\" Donna put her hand on Becky-Prime. \"No, you\ndon't have to go right away. On all these stops you talked about, you've been\npushing yourself harder and harder. How long since you stopped to rest or had a\ndecent meal? You're killing yourself if you keep this up. You can take a little\ntime here. A good meal and a good night's sleep will get you back in shape to do\nwhat you have to do.\" Becky-Prime saw that \"Mom\" was right. She stayed for\ndinner, and \"Mom\" made spaghetti and meatballs, since she knew it was Becky's\nfavorite dinner. She spent the evening talking over her life with them and\nlearning about their world. She found out what was different. Here, Patrick\nHooper was head accountant at a department store and Donna worked part-time at\nthe pharmacy department at Santa Maria Children's Hospital. Becky was studying\nto be a dental assistant. Later the two Beckys went up to her bedroom and this\nworld's Becky lent her a nightshirt. They talked some more before they went to\nsleep. And in the morning, Becky-Prime felt much better and the depression was\ngone. She found Donna had run her costume through the washer overnight and was\nvery pleased to have a fresh outfit to wear. She thanked all of them and they\nsaid they were happy to help her out. It was a refreshed Becky-Prime who went on\nher way, determined to see the quest to a successful conclusion.
\nOn she went to more, stranger worlds. A ways along there was a world where the\nBecky wore a black mask and skimpy red outfit lingere and lay on a bed with\nWonder Woman. The Amazon Princess had only her tiara and bracelets on and the\nmagic gold lasso was looped around her neck. The other end of the magic item was\nheld by that Becky, who writhed in a passionate embrace with Diana, who was\nbeing constantly ordered to greater heights of passion. Becky, horrified at\nseeing herself treating her childhood hero in such a perverse manner, backed out\nof the room. In the next room she found that world's Donna Hooper, also dressed\nin an sexy outfit, whipping the naked back of a bound Scarlet Witch.This was\nanother world where Becky-Prime was greatly relieved to have the armband's\nsensors confirm that this was not her mother, and then quickly moved on.
\nShe landed on a world where she recognized her house once more. A car pulled up\nin front of it and beeped the horn. Becky-Prime saw a Donna Hooper was driving,\nand she used the armband to scan her. Nope, just another dupliacte of her Mom,\nnot the one she was searching for. She heard this Donna yell towards the house,\n\"Come on, will you. If we don't get to Denny's early, we'll have to wait for a\ntable!\" Becky smiled at this. It was just like back home. For years they had\nalways gone to Denny's for breakfast on the first Sunday of the month. Rebecca\nalways had the belgian waffles with strawberries - her favorite dish! She once\nhad told her mother she wished she could have it every morning. \"You'd never fit\nin your costume, young lady.\" was Mom's reply. Becky figured she was right.\nThat's why she always had toast and yogurt every other morning. She really liked\ntoast and yogurt, but not as much as those strawberry smothered belgian waffles.\nDonna beeped the horn again and finally the door opened. Patrick Hooper came\nout, followed by this world's Becky. Becky-Prime received another shock as she\nsaw the man wore dark glasses and walked with a white cane. Back when she was a\nlittle kid, her father had a nasty battle with a villain who hit him in the face\nwith a spray of powder that left him blind. It had taken some time for him to\nregain his sight. On this world, she guessed, he never had. She saw him get in\nthe car, and something this world's Becky said made him smile. Becky-Prime was\nhappy that this version of Dad had learned to accept and live with his\nblindness. She could still recall how her father had been so depressed and\nmiserable when he was going through it. As the Hoopers drove off, Becky's finger\nonce again went to the first button.
\nBecky appeared on another world. What number was this? She wasn't even sure\nanymore. Professor Palmer should have put a counter on her unit. But that\nwouldn't have helped. The number of places she had been to didn't matter. The\nonly one that mattered was the last stop. Where her mother waited, wanting to\nget home. But that could be a thousand worlds away. Could Becky keep going that\nlong? She looked down at the third button. She could go home. Just for a little\nwhile... to rest. No. She couldn't do that. Mom had to be waiting out there.\nDepending on her. And if she went back and appeared on her home world, the\nminute she appeared, her father would see her. Alone. And that would break his\nheart. She had to go on. She looked around and saw no one in this quiet little\nresidential neighborhood. Where were the Becky and Donna of this world? The\nhouses didn't look familiar... except... the little house across the street. She\nremembered. The house she lived in now was where they'd been since she was five\nyears old. She vaguely recalled the residence they lived in when she was so\nsmall. It was a duplicate of the one over there. Good place as any to check\nfirst. She crossed the street and rang the doorbell. The door opened and the\nBecky Hooper of this world looked out at her, surprised. \"Ye... yes? Can I help\nyou.\" Becky-Prime reached up and peeled off her mask. The other woman showed\nfurther shock, and after a moment invited Becky-Prime inside. They went to the\nliving-room couch and sat down. Becky-Prime noticed that this world's Rebecca\nwas not as tall or buxom as she was. She was just a plain looking young woman\nwith a weary sadness in her face. Becky-Prime told the tale of her quest,\nmechanically as it had been repeated so many times to so many Beckys and Donnas.\nThis world's Becky said she was sorry that the heroine had such a loss. Her\nfather had died years ago, and she was taking care of her mother, who was\nsuffering from cancer and being kept at home while her daughter spent time with\nher. This Becky was no heroine, just a regular person who had a job on weekends\ndown in the theatrical district. When she wasn't home, a couple of neighbors\nstayed over and helped keep an eye on the sickly woman. This was not what\nBecky-Prime needed -- more misery in a life that was almost hers. She said she\nwould be going, but first, could she just see Donna Hooper? This world's Becky\nsaid, \"Of course, but she'll be sleeping. I keep her medicated most of the time,\nbecause of the pain.\" They went to the bedroom, where a Donna Hooper was snug in\na big bed. The covers were over her and Becky-Prime could just see her face. It\nwas older than her mother's, and wrinkled. She really wanted to see her mother's\nface, even on a copy of her mother. But this was close. They left the room and\nGlory Girl reached to push the button that would send her on the way. But she\npaused. \"Do you mind if I get a glass of water?\" she asked. \"No, go ahead,\" the\nother Becky said. So Becky-Prime went to the kitchen and ran cold water out of\nthe tap. She filled a glass and sipped at it. And looked out the back window.\nShe saw it in the back yard. A yellow panel van that said Ryker Rentals on the\nside. She stared at it for several minutes, finished the glass of water and\nwalked back into the living room. \"It's over Becky. I know.\" The Becky of this\nworld slumped down and sat on the edge of the couch. She began to cry. \"She\nappeared here and said she left a husband and a daughter behind and didn't know\nhow to get back to them. She said that you would be looking for her, and she\nasked to stay here while she waited for someone to come and take her home.\" The\nother Becky stood up and waved her hands. \"You two still had each other. I\ndidn't have anybody! Dad died three years ago. Mom got sick and held on for\nawhile, but two months ago she died. I was left all alone in this house! I cried\nmyself to sleep every night!\" She slowly walked to the bedroom door and looked\nat Donna Hopper. \"I was in the back yard when she first appeared. There was a\nloud popping sound in the air when it happened. I just heard the same thing and\nlooked out the window to see you standing there. Your Mom likes a glass of juice\nevery so often. I still had some of my mom's old medication. I put a couple of\npills into her drink and it knocked her out. I put her in the bed...\"\nBecky-Prime went over to the bed. On the table next to it was a basin of water\nand a towel. She moistened the towel and wiped her mother's face. The gray\npallor and the wrinkles wiped off, and the towel was covered with greasepaint.\nThe other Becky had said she worked in the theatrical district. She must be a\nmakeup artist. Becky went to the unit on her arm and pushed the second button.\nIt lit up green, signalling that her quest was over. Becky-Prime pulled the\ncovers down and pulled the woman to a sitting position. Wrapping her arms around\nher mother, Becky-Prime pushed the third button and went home.
\nAuthor's Note:
\nBlue Angel appears in this story with the permission of Angela Blue.
\nWatch the Library in the Wizard's Lair for further adventures of Glory Girl.\nComing soon --
\nEpisode Four - The Childhood Heroine
\nBecky teams up with the person she has worshipped since she was a little girl -\nWonder Woman. In it I do my version of the \"Bad guys get the Amazon Princess'\ngolden lasso on Wonder Woman\" story. I've figured out a twist on it that people\nmay find enjoyable.
\nEpisode Five - The Sins of Their Fathers
\nThis has a flashback of the battle between Mr. Patriot and the father of Becky's\nboyfriend, and then tells how the return of an old enemy places the entire\nHooper family in deadly peril.
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\nappears in this story with the permission of Angela Blue.
\nWatch the Library in the Wizard's Lair for further adventures of Glory Girl.\nComing soon --
\nEpisode Four - The Childhood Heroine
\nBecky teams up with the person she has worshipped since she was a little girl -\nWonder Woman. In it I do my version of the \"Bad guys get the Amazon Princess'\ngolden lasso on Wonder Woman\" story. I've figured out a twist on it that people\nmay find enjoyable.
\nEpisode Five - The Sins of Their Fathers
\nThis has a flashback of the battle between Mr. Patriot and the father of Becky's\nboyfriend, and then tells how the return of an old enemy places the entire\nHooper family in deadly peril.
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