How it happened, she wasn't all too sure. All she remembered was a blinding light, maybe she was knocked out right after that. She remembered blackness...darkness; it wasn't something she found comforting to remember so she tried not to...she tried with all her might. The fact of the matter is she knew where she woke up wasn't where she had fallen "asleep" -- as she would highly doubt falling asleep at her own engagement party.

It was there where everything would start and maybe eventually end. It was sitting at one head of the elongated rectangular table with Chloe by her side and Lex raising a glass at the other end, only to have the way could have possibly been hundred or so people mocking his action. All glasses raised and feeling like the shining light that was reflecting off of them had singled her out. That would, of course, be what he wanted.

About this time she would wonder if he had forgotten the arguments that lead her down the road that evening, the same road where she would later lay cold and broken against the ground -- not that she knew it.

As she raised her glass, her body moving without her mind thinking she offered up a small smile that dripped of sorrow at the edges. Her eyes about a second away from looking towards her best friend, the woman she knew could help her for guidance. How would she hide the unsure glance? Lex was keen on stuff like that, if not a little paranoid. If he saw her, the life of luxury and power she had come to know -- the life she had come to hate could very well be over. With her mind speeding she went to glance at Chloe, only to hear the double doors that lead into the room burst open and loud foot steps come confidentially through them. It was Clark Kent, her knight in shining armor. This world was something she didn't recognize, something she didn't understand like the pure hatred feelings that boiled through her veins when Lex began to address him. Yet, the one thing she could understand was the small leap of hope her heart gave when she saw Clark. Just looking at him, his stance, the way confidence rolled off of him as if it was a down pour against a rain slicker.

That's when it was clear to see Clark was anyone but her Clark. He looked a little more proud of himself, a little dangerous even. Maybe this world's Clark was different from her world. I mean, this was a dream and she clearly recognized the face of this Clark as she had seen it before. Several times before, even. This Clark annoyed her. He bothered her to her most inner core. Apparently he did the same to the body she had become of possession as her eyes narrowed forward and remained directly on Lex as if they were trained to do nothing but. She felt the eyes of her friend flash from the disruptive Clark Kent onto her, her cheeks nearly burning as if heat ray was erupting from her friends' eyes pleading with her to do something. That is the very reason why she refused to look to her side.

"I'm sorry, I must be late. I see I missed dinner," was the first thing from his mouth. It was too wicked, too heavy set in tone for it to be anything more than sarcasm. "What are you doing here, Clark?" Lex retorted. Just looking at him it was clear to see his disdain for the local farm boy poured through his lips and his eyes like black venom, ready to devour the over six feet of set out trouble in front of him. "Oh, Lex, I wouldn't miss this for the world." Clark shot back with his eyes gazing heatedly at Lana, the force of them causing a little shift in Chloe, but none whatsoever in Lana. The amount of stillness her body gave was more than a shift would ever show. Only her neck moved, only to turn her eyes from Lex onto the new source of heat against her cheek.

That was the first time here their eyes had met. She was expecting anger, passion, dislike for the overall situation. She was expecting all of it but not the amounts that came through. His eyes burned her soul and made her eyes become like fire with the shock that spread through her bones when he leaned forward, giving her a hateful grin before leaning back up and walked around her. From her side next to Chloe to her other side, nearly down half of the table before he turned to look at her. Words had already been coming out and as her eyes stayed narrowly on him. "I must admit watching from this place, Lana, you don't seem too happy about my being here. Then again if I was…celebrating-" he said the word with more than a hint of venom at her. Even as he continued to work around the room, his eyes bore into hers. "-an engagement to be had with such a – what's the word? Oh, right; wealthy man and someone who threatened to blow my little secret out showed up, I wouldn't be either." It was then that he picked up a champagne glass, holding it to his lips without even taking a sip before lowering it.

Maybe it was the little look of fear that flashed into her eyes, perhaps that look of fear had been misdirected and he thought it could be out him spilling this little secret. The fact of the matter is she would've enjoyed hearing the secret she was supposedly hiding. Whether it was something this Lana had told him or whether it was something he could sense, either way he had to be right. He usually was and she was sure that wouldn't change.

"Don't worry Lana. I won't be the one to tell," He said, setting the glass of champagne down on the table. Finally her body gave an uncomfortable shift, but she felt grateful. That was when it became clear two Lana's were possessing this body of her. Mostly whoever else was inside her. They controlled the body, but she still had a mind of her own. "I mean, what is said in the bed should stay there, shouldn't it?"

Suddenly her heart jumped out of her chest as her eyes glared forward at him, Chloe's hand grabbing her wrist under the table to keep her from getting to her feet. This had the whole's rooms turning from the clearly psychopathic man giving the satisfactory grin to her; a woman who, for the most, knew nothing of what was going on. She didn't live this person's past. She had no clue what had or hadn't happened between them. It was Lex's look that froze her blood still in her veins. He was waiting for her to say something. He was waiting for her to deny the claims Clark had just made and she couldn't. Her eyes moved from Clark to Lex for a moment, her eyes pleading with him to stop looking at her. Her skin was hot, even developing a small coating of sweat between anxiousness and being put on the spot such as Clark had.

"I think it's time for you to leave, Clark."

The words finally came out of his mouth, giving Lana a chance to give a relieving sigh even with Lex's eyes glaring at her body and not Clark's. "I am not done yet!" The loud, booming yell from Clark's body shook her. Her hand slipped on the champagne glass she was still holding, hitting down against the floor with a crash. At this time all eyes were back on her and her voice was wavering as she stood to her feet. "But you are done, Clark. I would appreciate it if you would leave my home,"

With his eyes on her, he advanced on her with a shaking head. "Not this time, Lana."