"A small town in England, dear. It's about time you woke up. It's been incredibly boring babysitting you."
"What happened?"
"You were about to kill me, I was about to defend myself using my only superpower... and then one of those damn Morphettes dropped a bomb on us. Thankfully, your invulnerability saved me from being injured, but you were knocked out, so I felt obligated to make sure you were okay..."
"Wait... I remember you saying something, and then turning into one of the Marvels..."
"Me? A Marvel? That's absurd. Must have been a dream."
"But your costume..."
"Oh this? I had to change it. Between you attacking me and that bomb, my old one was quite ruined."
"But... your hair..."
"Merely a wig, of course."
"Nnn... You said you had one power..."
"Indeed. I don't like using it, because it's a strain, but I'm able to alter people's perceptions, make them distrustful of reality and memory... but of course, that bomb hit us before I could use it to my advantage..."
"Ngh..."
"Heh... a previously-undiscovered female Marvel from Tibet... what an absurd notion..."