It took a while to calm Diana down, and Barbara, on the other end of the calling system, had to smile at the Amazon’s predicament. Here was this all-powerful warrior that had taken down some of the biggest threats the world had ever known, and she was so easily rattled by common, everyday people. Finally, Diana was on her way again with Barbara reassuring her that everything was going to be just fine. That the man and the woman in the truck were just probably having some fun at her expense. Diana didn’t like the sound of that, and most certainly didn’t understand how that could have possibly be fun, let alone how dangerous it was but kept driving down the long hill that would bring her to the next town. The hill finally leveled off and, just as she passed a sign that welcomed her to the town of Cutter Creek, the hands-free-calling feature crackled and Barbara’s voice dropped out.
“Barbara, I didn’t get that. Can you repeat what you said?” Diana asked, tapping softly on the speaker, as if that would fix the problem.
“Diana…(crackle)…have to…(crackle)…get there…(crackle)” was all Diana heard before Barbara’s voice dropped out for good and in its place all the heroine could hear was fizzling, crackling static. Diana, not wanting to listen to that for another second, turned the hands-free-calling off and proceeded to drive down a long straightaway that would bring her closer and closer to the approaching Cutter Creek. She tried to remain calm, but cursing technology did make her feel better.
For the next ten miles, Diana forced herself to calm down and slide away from the mindset of Princess Diana, the warrior no serious mission to find her sister, and into that of Diana Prince. As she performed the mental switch to her civilian persona, Diana caught sight of the farms that dominated the landscape between the hill and the town. By the time she passed the first set of houses at the edge of town, she had finally soothed her thoughts and was ready for anything that Cutter Creek might have to throw at her. She noted, as her car continued to carry her into the small town that most, if not all, of the homes were new and modern-looking. It was as if the entire neighborhood she was passing through had been built within the past few years.
All the while, Diana observed normal, everyday sights, such as a man watering his lawn or another cutting the grass on a riding mower. A group of boys played ball in their front yard, as a group of girls, wearing their hair in pigtails or ponytails, rode past on their bikes. Diana spotted a few more girls jumping rope, as her car drove closer and closer to the heart of the town. Some of the pre-teens she saw had on shorts and tank tops, but more than a few girls, no matter the age, had full-length dresses on. It was strange to see such formal wear on what appeared to be a normal day.
This impression of recent construction didn't go away for several blocks until Diana reached what she assumed had to be the original homes of Cutter Creek. The change in architecture was so sudden that it almost took the Amazon princess by surprise. In the space of crossing one street she went from being surrounded by modern suburban homes to houses to quaint, old brick homes one might have thought were from as far back as the beginning of the 20th century. Diana slowed the car to a stop at a stop sign when she was caught off guard by her first sighting of an adult female in Cutter Creek, the woman in question making her way across the crosswalk in front of her, walking a large bloodhound. The woman didn't look one bit like those she had encountered in other neighboring towns or villages. She looked so glamorous, almost like she stepped off a catwalk in New York or Paris, rather than a sidewalk in Middle of Nowhere, America.
The woman was wearing the highest set of heels Diana had ever seen, which were made even more impractical and strange by the fact she was walking the large black dog. Furthermore, she had on an emerald green sundress that was so skimpy and tight that it showcased every dramatic, voluptuous curve of her shapely body. The woman's large breasts were stretching the outfit's bust to the bursting point, while the bottom of the dress just barely covered the bottom swell of the woman's behind as she minced on those sky-high heels with the dog's leash held daintily in her hand. To complete the look, on the woman's head was a large 'Kentucky Derby'-styled hat, her long, curly red hair spilling out tastefully from the back. Her hair and makeup looked absolutely perfect, and Diana honestly had to wonder if the woman had just left a salon to try and make sense of the level of perfection the woman had attempted, and succeeded in attaining. Above all else, though, Diana wondered what the woman was thinking. This was not an outfit to walk a small dog that was easily controlled in, let alone a humungous bloodhound! At any moment, that dog could catch the scent of another animal and take off running at full speed after it and this ridiculously-dressed woman's only hope to maintain her health and beauty after such an event would be to let go of the leash before she was dragged to the hills by the beast.
"What in Hera's name could she be thinking?" Diana asked herself quietly, her beautiful blue eyes following the woman's every move as she made her way down the opposite sidewalk. Diana wondered for a moment if she should say something to the woman, but remembered it was her duty to blend in here in Cutter Creek and introducing herself by questioning a local woman's ways right away might draw unwanted attention to herself.
Shaking her head at the odd woman who put more important in her looks than function, Diana realized that she had been stopped in front of the stop sign for far too long and pressed her foot to the gas to drive on.
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