"Superman! Thank goodness you're better!" Amanda said. "But how?"

"I am fortunate that my Kryptonian technology can reverse the effect on me, but that is no concern to you." Superman exclaimed. "Drop that gun now!"

Amanda lowered the gun. "Don't worry about me. It's Beth you have to stop. I'm on your side."

"But you are the one who gave her those powers! You can't be trusted," Superman insisted.

"Please understand. It was an accident. I NEVER meant to make her so powerful, or to let her hurt you! I'm your biggest fan. And then she MADE me give her more. I ...."

Superman looked at her skeptically. "Well ... just to be safe, I should ... but what's happening to you? Did YOU use the --

Amanda's eyes had turned unnaturally bright and her breath quickened. "Oh my! It's working!" She felt as though her very self were expanding, as if her fragile body was being encased in layers and layers of steel. The gun now felt feather-light and her weight seemed non-existent, as though she could leap up the entire stairwell. Yet her body had hardly changed, and unlike Beth, her chest remained undeveloped. "Yes. To fight Beth. But it worked differently on me."

Superman looked at the gun and nodded. "Yes, we Kryptonians were familiar with that technology. It is very dangerous. Although in small doses it will increase muscle and height, the exact effect will vary based on your genetic structure, and the larger the dose the more the effect will vary. It is impossible to predict how any one individual will react."

"And I thought I was being scientific by testing it," Amanda said, disappointed. "But there's no time for this. We have to stop Beth."

"I have to stop her. You wait here!" Superman ordered, and burst through the wall.