On the hillside, a truck breezed past the open road and continued moving in a narrow turn. It overlooked a large coast with a suburban area trailing off into the distance: the town of Midvale. While it did not appear as large as the maps and images of Star City or of Keystone, it was far larger than Smallville. There were homes sprawled out across the hills ahead, along with lots of boats docked at the coast. This had more of a modern look than the old fashioned home of the Kents. The Luthors may have started changing the landscape of Clark's old town, but Midvale was rebuilt from the ground up many times. Jonathan had changed directions towards a large bridge. It had been a long ride since the highway, but the hillside and bridge meant they were getting close according to their maps. Clark was waiting for this trip for a while and was very eager to learn. After everything, he'd finally have someone who could give him answers. Jonathan showed less excitement over this. Whenever Clark would look at him, he'd pretend to be happy, but it filled him with some anxiety of what Clark would learn exactly. From their numerous calls, Jonathan saw that Jeremiah and Eliza were great minds. They'd be able to figure out what Clark did not know about himself. It worried him as to how Clark would end up reacting. He already felt alone in the world and this would just confirm it.

They made it into Midvale and while there were a couple of roads left to travel across, the truck pulled into a neighborhood where all that was left was to find the exact address. Jeremiah mentioned that his home was up on the edge of a hill at the coast. Overlooking the boats seen earlier, Jonathan made a couple of turns to get up there, but eventually found their house and parked close by. They finally arrived after a long three hour drive from Smallville to Midvale at the large home of Jeremiah and Eliza Danvers. The house was a three story home with a sizable open garage. It seemed to have been converted into a lab with their car outside, near the space Jonathan parked in front. He stopped the car and turned off the ignition.

"This looks like the place he gave in the address." Jonathan examined. Clark took a good long look at the house. He also heard less, aside from the small waves below. It had a nice look to it. More modern than the barn. Hopefully it would be able to facilitate him testing his abilities. It allowed him to keep his hearing in perspective. Hopefully, he wouldn't break anything either.

"I'll be parking down below. Around the park. Just let me know when you get what you need." Jonathan pointed in the direction of the park. He exited the car, but leaned down to Jonathan before going to knock on the house's front door.

"There's so many questions I have about myself. I don't know how long that will take." Clark wondered. He could've run here himself if he wanted to if he had any sense of control. He could hear the birds that were flying near his home by now. Clark could've even dented this mountain if he wanted to. There were going to be a lot more questions that would take more a day's worth to answer. Not to mention, what if this was related to his real parents? He didn't know anything about them aside from being left in a ditch that Jonathan and Martha found him in. Were they like Willis? Scientists who didn't know what they were doing and were too scared to raise a child like him? Jonathan thought about it, but gave his best answer.

"Look, son. The Danvers can only do so much. They just have the know-how more than me or Martha. I'm not saying they won't be able to find something, but not all the answers are on this trip. Some we'll just need to figure out. Together." Jonathan said sincerely. Clark smiled and moved around the car toward the house. "Thanks dad." Clark said. Jonathan smiled a little as well. "I know. Now get in there already. Jeremiah's been as excited the whole time on the phone about figuring this out." Jonathan pulled away from the house and before Clark looked back, the car was already off in the distance. Clark looked to the front door and rang the doorbell.

The door just unlocked by itself with a green light shining within the handle. Clark was unsure what to do. Whether he was told to come in or not. Suddenly, he heard something from inside the house after waiting for about three minutes for a response.

"Come on in!" A voice somewhere in the house said loudly. Clark cautiously opened the door. The place was very well lit with lots of windows. He felt prematurely guilty if whatever tests he was doing with Eliza and Jeremiah were going to break something. Yellow curtains and white wallpaper with some homemade murals and equations all occupied their living space. Their steel fridge was practically littered with geometry quizzes and some sketches covering it heavily. However beyond this, Jeremiah and Eliza were nowhere to be seen.

"Jeremiah? You here?" Clark asked loudly. Assuming if he wasn't here, he'd be on one of the other floors of the house. The wooden stairway seemed lit enough beyond just sunlight that someone was up there. There were some brief steps heard from upstairs.

"Coming down. Just setting up some equipment. Usual precautions." Jeremiah explained from upstairs. He then came down five minutes later.

"Jeremiah Danvers, Midvale's top biologist. You are Jonathan and Martha's son, right?" Jeremiah asked upon his introduction.

"Clark Kent, yes." Clark confirmed.

"Pleased to meet you, Clark." Jeremiah said as he presented his hand forward. Clark did so as well, and Jeremiah shook Clark's hand eagerly.

Clark found the man a little too excited with what he might be handling but then again, did Clark really know?

"So where is your lab? And where is Eliza? I thought both of you offered to figure this out." Clark wondered.

"And she did. Believe me. But something came up. Our daughter had her first trip out of town." Jeremiah explained in disappointment. "See, I know why you are asking about the lab. It's the same reason that your parents sounded worried over the phone about doing this at all."

"I know you were told, but I don't think you know how dangerous I can be. It's why I wanted help from the two of you. You can still help me control it, right?" Clark questioned. Jeremiah brought out a key and moved to a side door next to the kitchen. Clark followed him.

"Let's find out." Jeremiah enthused. He opened the door forward.

Meanwhile in Smallville, Lex and Lana were still in the woods. After a few trips there and back to town for supplies, they got what they needed. Lana brought camping supplies, flashlights for when they worked into the night, and some food. Lex brought some snacks as well, but also a device he snuck with them. A state of the art blow torch designed by LuthorCorp for slicing through metal like butter. Since there were no doors to get into this highly secure facility, Lex had to improvise by making his own. He went to work across the day. Occasionally pausing for patrol routes coming by them. Lana was tired, but Lex didn't stop. He wanted to get through to find out why his dad was drilling through Smallville and hid any evidence of it. The wall gave way before the duo did, and with a loud crash, the remains of the wall fell onto the floor on the other side.

"Patrol was 15 minutes out last we checked, right?" Lana asked attentively. Lex counted the minutes he was at it briefly.

"Don't worry, they'd be around another corner of this building by now. Judging by how far I had to slice through, those guards didn't hear a thing." Lex presumed as he carried his share of supplies through the open doorway he created. Lana hid their camping supplies and headed with him.

Wherever they were, it was dark. Not much could be seen aside from dim red lights further in that stretched on in different rows. Just how far it all went, the teens didn't know. Lana kept the flashlights and tossed one to Lex. They turned them on, but kept them low so as to not attract any attention. Seems from what they saw, this was some kind of data vault. One that stretched on for more than ten rows from what they could see. Each row contained large stacks of cabinets that reached halfway up to the ceiling, only obscuring the red lights slightly. The two of them didn't even know where to begin as they looked over each row with their flashlights in hand.

"Guess we'll go over this one first?" Lana wondered. She moved to the one closest to their makeshift entrance as a way to escape if anything went wrong. Lex was too busy looking over another row of cabinets.

"Yeah, I'll catch up with you. Just looking over this one first." Lex explained while absorbed with reading over the cabinet's description on the row's side. There was a year shown at the top of the sign that read '1989' and it caught Lex's attention because of it being the year Lionel told him to pack for Smallville. This row had the answers and he knew it.

"Where did you keep your secrets dad?" Lex muttered to himself as he started looking for something to pry the cabinet open. Lana shined a light through a slit in the rows of cabinets. She whispered to Lex who was still covering his eyes from the light and on the search.

"We have company. Get down." Lana warned. Lex crawled onto one of the empty sections of the storage racks. Lana did the same, but tried to spy on what was going on.

Two security guards had gone downstairs and started moving towards the rows of storage racks. They were making some small talk which had alerted Lana to the sounds of their movement.

"I'm just saying we should have started saving up before having to move to some farm town in the middle of nowhere." One of the guards suggested as he walked down. The other guard was trying to stay ahead of him. She just wished not to endure anymore of his groaning, and wanted to get back to work. However, the second guard found a noise made near the stacks.

Lana noticed it too. She had knocked over some of the papers on the stack by accident, and the noise they made reverberated around the walls. A guard gestured for the other to come down and arm himself. He did as she said, taking the safety off as soon as he removed it from his holster. Lex grabbed a folder in a panic, quickly tossing it in a bag with his gear and running.

The guard in front readied his weapon to fire, but then his partner pulled on his uniform pressingly. The guard was confused, but then looked back to his partner.

"What? I found someone down by the-" The guard tried to explain the commotion, but then saw what had previously startled his partner. Some man was lit up by their lights who previously had stalked them from the shadows. Though in visage, he was barely a man. Sharing more of the traits of a monster from what the two saw. Lana and Lex saw the large shadow across the halls. The screams across from them echoed loudly. They had to get on the move. Lex and Lana grabbed a stack of files from the open drawer at random and sped downstairs. Going out through the hole they made was within the line of sight of whatever was killing those guards. They needed to get out some other way now.

The monster that ripped security apart shrank to the form of Victoria Klingman once more. She looked around with sharp glowing eyes gazing frequently around to the stacks. She saw the evidence of where the kids were, but then had read over one single file left on the floor in the mess left behind when the kids fled. She crouched down to pick it up, and read over it. This had faint traces of Lex's fingerprints on it that the entity could trace back to him. Clearly he wanted it, but why? The subject of the file was Lex's father, but what Victoria saw on Project: Pulsar was far larger than something Lex could grasp.

Lana and Lex were still in the stairway down to the basement levels. Lana was closing the door tight and triggered the auto-lock mechanism that they couldn't initially see on the door. They both jumped from seeing it close in on them. Lana tried to unlatch it again by pulling at the handle with all the strength she could muster.

"We're trapped!" Lana exclaimed in frustration. Lex grabbed his blow torch from their supply bag. Clicking some buttons and flipping a switch to activate it, but as it whirred to life, it quickly drifted to a halt and the heat generated from it simply turned to smoke.

"And it looks like we will stay that way for some time." Lex said in defeat. He examined the malfunctioning device and started flicking one of the smaller switches at random.

"For how long exactly?" Lana asked. Lex tried to come up with an estimate by measuring the heat level of the broken machine. "Around two hours by what I can figure." Lana paced around, figuring if she can find another way out before then. She couldn't be arrested for theft. Not when she still has so much left to find, and Hank would get closer to finding her out. Lex wondered the same with Lionel as he sat back down. However, he sat on the files they snatched on a bench in the basement. Lex and Lana both had the same idea as they heard the sound of the papers underneath them. To finally get what they came for.