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Scott Hunter sat comfortably in his seat, staring out the window watching the towns and cities blur past as the train he was on rushed toward its destination. The skyline of Lost Haven loomed ahead, and as Scott eyed the city, a number of things began running through his mind. 

He was both nervous and excited to start a new chapter of his life in Lost Haven. When he left home almost two years before, he was looking for an escape. He wanted to get away from his past. He was running from not only who he was, but from the guilt that he felt for his brother’s death. Without saying anything to his family, he had left his family behind. Fueled by the guilt he felt over his brother’s death, as well as the guilt he was now feeling for leaving his family behind without saying a word, he left the confines of the family homestead and made his way to sunny Southern California where he hoped to put his past behind him.

While he was on the road en route to his new life, he had tried to live as normal a life as possible, however, he found that such a simple task was not easily achieved. Between the time that he left his family home to the time he arrived in California he had been forced to use his abilities several times. He stopped a runaway bus from crashing into a tour group in Buffalo. Then in Cleveland he had prevented utility worker from falling to his death. In Minneapolis, he had saved a young couple who had lost control of their car on a frozen roadway. Each time head had seemed to suddenly appear, make the save and then just as mysteriously he would vanish. 

It happened seemingly everywhere he went. Even when he arrived in California, he found himself using his abilities time after time, even though he was trying to deny who he was. However, the task had proven to be too great, even for him. 

One day, after having saved a young woman who had gotten caught in an undertow off of Sunset Beach, Scott finally could no longer take it, and called home. Much to his surprise, his mother hadn’t been angry. She was relieved to hear from him. They talked for hours, and he found himself unloading nearly two years worth of guilt with a single phone call. Several days later, he decided to return home. 

However, he knew that he would not be able to go back to the life that he had lived at home. He needed to live where he could do the most good, which is what caused him to decide on Lost Haven as his new home. However, he knew that living in Lost Haven would provide a new set of problems. He knew that he would no longer be able to be a mysterious Samaritan, doing random acts of good deeds. Lost Haven was too big of a city, and it would not be long before people would find out about him. He knew that for him to do what he needed to do, he would have to go public with his abilities. After a phone call to his childhood friend Eric Dean, he set about creating his disguise. 

It was a longer process than he had expected. He had had a number of ideas as to what his disguise would consist of, however, once he had put pen to paper and began working on designs, nothing seemed to look right. He tried a number of different looks. Some had full head masks, some with capes, and others without. Nothing seemed to feel right to him, until he finally came up with a design that he felt was perfect. Once he finalized the design, he set about creating it. Once the costume was completed, he began tying up loose ends in California and bought a bus ticket so that he could begin his return home.

The city loomed larger as the train began to slow as it neared its destination. Scott continued to watch out the window as train came to a stop. He looked out and saw the people gathered on the ramp waiting to board the train, as well as others who were frantically going about their business. 

“Lost Haven Central Station!” The attendant called from the front of the passenger car. Within moments, the car was alive with activity as the other passengers began gathering their bags. Scott stood and went to the small overhead compartment and removed his bag. He slung the oversized backpack over his shoulder and joined the other passengers in line as they waited to disembark.

As Scott made his way away from the train, he peered around, looking for Eric, who was supposed to meet him at the train. He made it a dozen or so feet before he saw Eric, who was standing at the end of the ramp wearing his trademarked grin. As Scott made his way to Eric, his friend moved forward to meet him.

“Geez man, it’s good to see you.” Eric said as he caught him off guard with a big hug. “It’s only been what? Two years?” he continued.

“Yeah, something like that.” Scott said as he pulled away. He looked at Eric, who hadn’t changed a bit in the time that Scott had been away, and he know that was a good thing. 

Eric had been Scott’s oldest friend. When they were young, Eric lived two houses down from Scott, and the two were inseparable. As children grow older and experience new things, high school, girls, sports…they sometimes tend to grow apart. This was not the case with Scott and Eric. In fact, the two only grew closer, in part to Eric’s knowledge of Scott’s “gifts.” Almost from the first time Scott’s abilities began to manifest, Eric had protected his friend’s secret. This made it all the more difficult for Scott when he had decided to leave town. He no longer had the support that his best friend provided. He no longer had anyone he could really talk to. 

However, as far as both Scott and Eric were concerned, Scott’s time away was in the past, and would stay there. Besides, they would be too busy to worry about things that they couldn’t change. 

“So, are you ready?” Eric asked out of the blue.

“Ready for what?” Scott replied, not entirely sure what his friend was talking about.

“To see the space I mentioned. I think it’ll be perfect, it just needs alittle work.”

“I’d love to, but I need to find a place to stay first.” Scott said, hesitantly.

“Already taken care of.” Eric said simply.

“What do you mean?” Scott asked.

“The space has an apartment on the second floor, perfect for what you need. It’s just going to take a little fixing up. You can stay with me until its ready.” Eric told him flatly.

“Alright then...” Scott started, “Let’s go check it out.” He finished as the two friends made their way toward the exit.