After everything that Sara had gone through; all the heartbreak and loss, all the dying and being brought back to life on one too many occasions, and the never ending world saving; she wanted to escape it all. Yes, she loved the rush of adventure, the feel of doing something good with her life, and being a legend. But it all had taken a toll on her. Losing countless of times, and losing friends and loved ones, she had almost completely lost herself. It was time for her to let go and move on. The new team of Legends were ready to go on without her, and so she left.

She didn't just leave the team, she decided to leave everything behind. A fresh start on another earth was what came to mind, when she thought everything through. There were only few people she considered friends and family were left in their earth. It would not be too difficult for her to part with all of it.

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L.A. was no different wherever earth it may be, Sara thought to herself as she had found settling in to her new world quite easy. She was able to acquire documents to secure an identity in no time. She kept her name. She may have left everything behind, but she wasn't going to throw away her identity. If she can't have at least that to her own, what else would there be for her.

She liked it there, whichever earth she was in. It was very similar to the one she once called home, but somehow, simpler. There were no metahumans, extraterrestrials, or other extraordinary beings and other happenstance. Life there was simple, not dull, just simpler.

She got herself a job at a bar of course. There were very few things that she was experienced in that can be counted as normal. And that was one of the very few jobs that didn't require a background check. And since she doesn't have any background there, it's better to be safe.

"Hey, Sara, will you be okay in closing tonight?"

"Sure thing, Hal." She replied to her boss. He's a sweet middle-aged man who always talked about his kids. But despite the mild-mannered disposition, he could be tough and firm if need be. Just the other day, he dragged a drunken guy out onto the streets when he was starting to cause trouble.

"I promised my boys I'd take them fishing tomorrow, I gotta turn in early."

"It's no worries."

"It should be Jeremy, but that foolish boy decided to take today off."

"Really, Hal. It's nothing."

"If anyone causes trouble, you know where the bat and shotgun are."

"I'll handle things here. Go. Have a good night." Sara said shooing him off. She knew he was worried to leave just them, three women, by themselves tending the bar. If only he knew that she was more than capable of taking care of things if trouble comes.

"A beer please." A rugged looking guy sat down at the end of the bar. He had shoulder length blonde hair and a nicely groomed beard. He was quite good looking too, she might add if he was her type.

She popped off the cap of the bottle and placed it in front of him. He gave her a charming smile and a subtle wink.

"You're not my type." She said simply.

"I didn't say anything."

"Please." Sara rolled her eyes at him. "Maybe it would work on those two, but not on me, buddy." She said pertaining to her two other coworkers.

"Really? How so?" He asked, curious.

She left him hanging and tended to other customers that came. She wasn't interested but it's just fun to tease.

"Tommy." A woman rushed in through the doors and plumped herself down beside him. And they fell to a whispered conversation.

Sara observed them at the corner of her eye. And she could only assume something sketchy going on between them. The girl was shivering, clearly coming down off something and probably needs another fix. Maybe the guy's her dealer, but he's too held together to be some lowly dealer in that part of town. Then it clicked in Sara's head when the girl's voice raised a little to be heard.

"No! I won't do that."

"You have to."

"Don't make me do that, Tommy."

He's a cop and the girl's his informant. She couldn't care less what their business is and besides she's trying to put behind her those crime fighting days of her, she just hopes the don't make a scene.

"Hey buddy. I don't want you and your girlfriend to make a scene here, so either you wrap it up or take it outside." Sara insisted, taking his empty bottle of beer.

"Think on it. I need an answer tomorrow." Tommy said, and the girl left without another word.

"Not going your way?" Sara handed him another bottle. He sure seemed to need it and by the looks of him, he wasn't going anywhere soon.

Tommy eyed her carefully trying to get a read on her, wondering how much had she caught on to. "Yeah. A lot hasn't been going my way today." He said, followed by another smile. Then yet again, it wasn't doing anything to Sara.

"Still a no." She shot him down a second time. And he smiled and shook his head in amusement or surrender.

"You new here?"

"Yeah."

"Where you from?"

"Far."

"What's your name?"

Sara pondered on whether to give it or not. There's no harm in it, but she's enjoying the game of playing hard to get though he seriously ain't getting her. Then all her thoughts were cut off when she noticed the woman that just walked into the bar. And she forgot all about Tommy.

Her heart raced and skipped a beat at the sight of her. Her face, her hair, everything about her was all too familiar to Sara that made her melancholy yet blissful. Her heart ached in longing, and the only one regret she has of leaving.

"Nyssa." She said in a soft whisper.