Lois and Clark were sitting in one of the Daily Planet's less-conspicuous cars, waiting outside the City Hall building.

Clark was still nervous; he didn't like the idea of spying on and following someone. But he reminded himself that he was doing so to take down Lex Luthor, and he shouldn't have any misgivings about doing that.

And yet, he couldn't lie to himself. It still felt wrong to take down Luthor.

...But it wasn't because he was a rich and powerful man and it was dangerous to do so. It was because he felt like he owed the man something.

He knew that he didn't. After all, the man had been nothing but cruel to him, even if Lex had taken him in during a time he needed help.

It was just difficult. Clark had no idea why it was, since he wanted nothing more than for it to be easy, but it was. Clark sighed in frustration.

Upon hearing Clark sigh, Lois looked at him inquisively. She touched his arm softly and looked into his dark brown eyes. "What's wrong?"

Clark glanced down at her arm briefly, seeming to tense at their closeness, then he brought his eyes back to her face. "Just having doubts, I guess."

"About our pulling this off? Let me tell you, mister, I'm the best d—"

"No," Clark interrupted. "Not that...I just feel like I shouldn't be trying to take Luthor down after—"

"—he imprisoned you for eleven years?" Lois raised an eyebrow.

"I guess you're right."

"Of course I am. I'm always right," Lois Lane grinned at him.

"As you continue to remind me," Clark grinned back.

"And what's wrong with that?" Lois jabbed him in the ribs, but her eyes widened when she saw the almost pained look on his face as he clutched his heart and sank into his seat with a groan.

First, bright and nearly blinding light...

Then, encompassing darkness that felt like it was trying to swallow him whole...

Finally, a blue haze, bringing on a sort of taunting memory that wasn't complete...

A caring, amused voice, "And what's wrong with that? A growing boy needs his vegetables."

"But eating grass?" A male voice this time, partially exasperated.

"Well, everyone eats a few blades of grass in their lifetime some way or another. He might as well get his in now."

The man and woman's faces started to come into focus, and Clark was barely able to distinguish their cheerful, teasing smiles. But as he reached out to touch them and bring them closer, the image dissolved, leaving him with the feeling that he was missing something that Lex Luthor had cheated him out of.

A concerned head was over his, and he was being shaken. "Clark? Clark!"

Blinking, the fuzz finally dissolved, and he saw Lois above him, looking down worriedly.

"What happened?"

He tried to answer, but it felt like he had cotton in his mouth. He tried to work moisture back into his mouth so he could respond, but Lois shushed him. She hissed, "There's Coleman!"

And, indeed, the man walking out of City Hall with several aides that looked like lost puppy-dogs was Coleman. He shooed most of them away, except for one who opened the door of his limo for him. He stepped in, and the aide left. Lois started up the Planet's car and followed the black limo.

She glanced at him quickly. "You all right?"

He was still working moisture into his mouth, so he merely nodded. He would be okay...

He just wished he had been able to remember more and had known who the two were...

Were they his parents?

Did they have strange powers like him?

Were they alive?

...Would he ever find out?