"What would you rather have me say," the doctor scoffed. "The truth?"

"Of course I want the truth," Helena replied, acidly. "I don't know what the hell happened, and I don't know how I got here, and you keep implying you know more than you're willing to say." Her face was turned towards the doctor, and continued, "Besides, I can tell when you lie."

That stopped the doctor, slightly. This patient was weird enough, even among supers, with her accelerated healing rate and apparently involuntary full-body force-field. But her eyes were unnerving almost beyond rational thought, like looking into a telescope pointed at an otherwise empty portion of the night sky. Black, with faint pin-pricks of light in their depths.

"The truth, Miss Martin, is that we have no idea what happened to you. How you got like this. The information that was in your wallet has been verified as inaccurate. Hell, you're lucky you're not getting arrested for your fake ID," accused Doctor Peterson. "As it is, we'll be turning you over to the Bureau of Talented. Let them deal with your super-weirdness."

And that was how Helena Troy Martin found herself in an alternate dimension, with super-powers.