As her computer bleeped, announcing another completed disc, Chloe Sullivan pulled it out of her hard drive and labelled it.

"Client File #27615-B" Chloe muttered under her breath as she slipped it into a protective cover and placed it carefully in her box of files. The Isis Foundation was moving into the Watchtower, where she would be better equipped to keep an eye on the Justice League and take care of her clients at the Foundation, so all her files were to be backed up and protected for the move.

As she progressed to putting a blank CD into her computer to take off her next batch of files, she felt her thoughts uncontrollably turn to the last time she stood within the Watchtower. It had been a bittersweet thing: Jimmy Olsen, her Jimmy, had bought it for her only to die there.

She had stood there after his funeral, seeing the stains of his blood not yet cleared from the floor. She could see the remains of blood from Davis Bloome, who also died that day. Both men killed each other out of love for her, died within mere feet of her, and all she could do was watch. The pains of the funeral continued to squeeze her heart so hard that it hurt to beat, it hurt to breathe or think. Her husband was dead, her close friend also, and her cousin missing.

Then Clark came into the room, heralding the worst moment in her life, when he announced that he would be staying away from her as well. Four people she loved were ripped from her life and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She had remained rooted to that spot for a long time, crying as though her soul had been ripped into a million little pieces. Then she had become numb, she'd started scrubbing the floor to remove all of the blood and debris. By the time she was done, she realised that the Watchtower was ready to be made into the new Justice League HQ.

Which is why she had plunged herself into her work. She had been ignoring phone calls, reorganising files ready for packaging, backing up all of the computer files and reprogramming all of the networks to prevent corruption while the hardware was dismantled and reassembled. Everything she could think to do to prevent herself from thinking about all of her losses. Yes, Lois had finally returned, but she had all but forgotten that she too had been friends with Jimmy. All she could talk about was how she was meant to be with The Blur and how important she was to him. The fact that Clark was The Blur only made Chloe's heart hurt more. For he was still lost to her. He had ignored her for a while now, whilst all the time communicating with Lois and working at the Daily Planet. It seemed his definition of shutting himself away from the world was simply to cut Chloe out of his life, and that hurt and angered her just as much as losing Jimmy and Davis had.

Suddenly, the ringing of her office phone jolted Chloe from her thoughts. She eagerly rushed over to it and checked the caller ID.

It wasn't a number she recognised, so maybe she could answer this one call. It would distract her for some time, however brief, and what she needed right now was anything to keep her from thinking about how betrayed she was feeling.

She snatched the phone from the table and pushed the receiver to her hear almost too forcefully.

"Hello, Isis Foundation?"

"Can I speak to someone in charge? A Miss Sullivan?" An angry female voice came from the other end. It was a young voice, not much older than Chloe and it was shaking. Not a member of authority, and someone who definitely needed help.

"I'm Chloe Sullivan. How can I help?" Chloe bit back a feeling of guilt that she never changed her letterhead or email to Sullivan-Olsen, although only being married briefly. She swallowed back her tears and concentrated on listening to her caller.

"I need some help" the woman said, "I'm being stalked by a freak." She was definitely angry.

"Okay, slow down," Chloe said calmly, trying hard not to be offended by the word "freak". So this woman was having problems with a meteor infected individual. It wouldn't be the first time that's happened, "What is happening?"

"I can't speak on the phone, it isn't safe." She said, lowering her voice, "Can I meet you at the Mill Yard Cafe on Fifth? Hurry." With that, she hung up.

Chloe put down the receiver and grabbed her coat and handbag. She wasn't too far from the Cafe and used to go there with Jimmy on their lunch breaks from the Planet or for a quick buzz of caffeine on the way to the Foundation. She ran to her computer to remove the completed file transfer and activated the security functions before heading out of the door.