“I don’t know what you and Clark were so worried about. I’m fine.” She turned her head and gasped. “We’re in Smallville. What are we doing here?”
“We came to see Martha Kent.”
“But Mr. Wells, Martha Kent is dead,” she whispered.
/aaand that's why.../
“Am I really home?”
He nodded and knocked on the door.
/squints eyes/
looking spacey and slightly mental.
*G*
Carefully, with her hands behind her back, Clark’s mother placed a few of the photos face down.
Michael
