The sun shone brightly over the Kent farm. The flowers began to open in the early spring day. The birds were busy singing to one another and the new foal was jumping and kicking trying to get its mother's attention.

All these signs of life and renewal were lost on Martha Kent, who sat inside the farm house oblivious to the outside world. Her world at the moment had shrank to a very small space. She sat in the wooden rocking chair in her living room. It was the one that Jonathan had made shortly after they found Clark. A small radio on the floor next to her softly played Jonathan's favorite country station. She wasn't really aware of it either.

They only thing that mattered to her at that moment was the shirt that she desperately clung to. It had been Jonathan's favorite flannel shirt. It even still smelled like him. She sat and wept her tears wetting the old, worn flannel. This isn't right. She shouldn't be gone. He can't be gone. He can't be gone.

One more day,

One more time

One more sunset then maybe I'd be satisfied

But then again,

I know what that would do

Leaving me wishing for one more day with you

Martha sat bolt upright in bead, gasping for air. It seemed as all air had been forced out of her lungs and she couldn't get enough back quickly enough. Beads of sweat had formed on her forehead, and the hair around her forehead was wet from it.

Jonathan groggily opened his eyes, reaching for the bedside lamp. He blinked against the light, trying to readjust his eyes. He sat up facing her. "Martha?" He looked over and saw that she was white as a sheet and trying to keep from shaking. Her eyes appeared to have a glassy look to them as if she was still in some kind of sleep induced trance.

At the sound of his voice she turned, and the glassy look seemed to fade from her eyes. She threw her arms around him in the tightest hug he could. She wasn't worried if he might hurt him, she wanted to assure herself that he was alive, real, and right there next to her.

"Umph" Jonathan grunt against the sudden weight on him. He tried to pull off away from him momentarily to find out what exactly had caused this in her, but she was not going to be moved. He then felt moisture on his chest from where her head lay. She was crying, he had to know what could have possibly have happened. He tried again, gently but forcefully trying to pry her off of him enough to be able to talk to her. He was successful this time.

He held her out, gently wiping the tears away from her face with his thumb. "Honey, what's wrong? What happened?"

Martha tried very hard to get her breathing under control and get her voice to a manageable level where she could talk. "I don't know what I would do without you."

"Well, I'm not going anywhere," he replied gently wiping another stubborn tear from her face. "Do you want to talk about it?"

All she could do was shake her head. The dream had been so vivid, so real, so raw. She didn't want to think about, there wasn't any way she could talk about it. Not now. She buried her head against him again, enjoying the warmth she got from him. It felt good against the cold chill the dream had caused.

Jonathan could tell Martha was not going to go back to sleep anytime soon, at least not without any help. "Hold on, one second." He fixed his pillow vertically behind his back and straightened up against the bed frame. "Come here." He reached over and pulled her towards him. He reached his right arm snugly around her shoulders letting her get comfortable. He then began soothingly rubbing his hand against her hand as she rested herself against him. They stayed like that until her breathing slowed and he could tell she was beginning to fall to sleep again. After he was sure he really was asleep, he carefully reached over with his other hand and switched the lamp off. "I'm not going anywhere. I promise" He lovingly kissed her forehead before closing his eyes.