Twilight's house.
"Whoa," Spike remarked, "what a day, I think I've earned a rest."
With that, he curled up on Twilight's bed and closed his eyes.
Hours later.
"Spike," the voice of Twilight said, as she and Midnight entered her room, "we're home."
"I don't know what happen to us to day," Midnight added, "everything's a blur."
"I'm sure it's nothing to worry about," Spike replied.
"Oh," Twilight replied, "do you know something we don't?"
Suddenly, Twilight noticed Spike's hero outfit.
"Where did you get that outfit, Spike?" she asked.
"Yeah," Midnight nodded, "it looks cute."
"I got it from some new friends," Spike replied.
And, he began to explain what he had been through, who he had met and what he had learned.
Elsewhere, out in deep space, at Knowhere.
"It is done my master," a figure said, standing over the bodies of the defeated Guardians of the Galaxy and Adam Strange.
The figure seemed to receive orders from some unknown force.
"At once, my master," the figure replied, he took out some starfishes and placed them on the faces of the downed heroes.
"Soon, my master," the figure declared, "soon all will succumb to your will."
The eyes on the starfishes opened and the downed heroes rose up, zombie-like.
"Starro Lives," they all began to repeated.
"Excellent," the figure said, "one by one, all will fall under the star conquer's sway."