On the planet of Krypton, in the Andromeda galaxy, the house of El had a plan though before the planet blew up. The two parents of Kal-El decided to put their infant son into a pod and launch it to the planet Earth in the Milky Way galaxy for the future of Krypton.

Jor-El: Make a better world than ours Kal-El.

The pod is launched and about 1 hour later, the next thing any Kryptonoian saw, was fire.

Meanwhile, the pod that held the baby Kal-El left the Andromeda system and made it's way through the Milky Way galaxy. To the planet Earth. Kal-El enters the atmosphere and flies past a truck and crashes not even a minute away from the truck.

Man: Wendy, stay here. I'll go check it out.

Wendy: Pete, be careful.

Pete walks over to the pod cautiously until it opens and reveals a sleeping Kal-El.

Pete picks up Kal-El and checks to see if he's injured, but saw no harm on him.

Wendy: Well? What is it?

Pete: A baby.

Wendy: What?

Pete: Look.

Pete shows his partner the baby Kal-El and it left her shocked.

Wendy: What do you think happened to his parents?

Pete: I don't know. But it's clear that wherever he came from, he was sent here for a reason. So he'll be our new son.

Wendy: I... don't know about this.

Pete: It could be fun to have a son.

Wendy: Fuck it. So, what will we call him?

Pete: What about after my father? Peter?

Wendy: I love it. Our son. Peter McDonnell.

The two enter the truck and start to drive back to their home with their new son, Peter McDonnell.