Wanda loved her husband. She was heartbroken when her husband died. Luckily Terry was there to comfort her and ultimately give her what her husband couldn't - a child. And over the course of 5 years they've been in love raising a family, and Wanda's been an at-home mother.

But recently some strange things have been happening. A blonde-toned muscular white man asked if her family's dog was okay... no big deal until she started having nightmares of her husband, like he was alive. But he couldn't be - she was at his funeral.

The next night police knocked on her door to interrogate her, asking if she'd seen a cloaked masked vigilante in the neighbor's house, which had just been bought. It turned out the man was murdered in cold blood and strung up in the living room. She had no idea of the matter. She stepped outside to further continue their conversation, fixing her robe as they pulled out a photograph of someone mostly black with glowing green eyes and a dramatically long cape. She stared long and hard at it, slouching and holding her head. She glanced back at the officers, unable to explain what happened.