"I didn't realize you were so musically gifted Clark."

"Oh...umm...what are you...I mean...I was just..." The stunned Clark replied.

The overwhelmingly embarrassed Clark Kent couldn't even look Lana directly in the eyes. He wondered why she was there at the worst possible time, why is she even here? Wasn't she supposed to hop on a plane with the king himself, Whitney? But Clark didn't want to question why his beloved had blessed him with her presence.

"Clark, it's nothing to be ashamed of. I think you have a marvelous voice. Maybe you'll give N'Sync a run for their money someday." Lana laughingly said.

Clark felt a hot flash coursing through his body. He was left without words. Lana liked his singing. He didn't need to know anything more.

Clark regained his composure, he openly took a deep breath and said "We all have some kind of hidden talent, Lana. It's only a matter of when and how you find it."

Lana nodded her head in affirmation, but her face told a whole other story. Her slight cheerful smile quickly changed to a dispirited frown.

"Lana, what's wrong? Are you ok?"

"I...Clark do you ever...I mean have you ever..." As Lana struggled to find the right words to say she thought to herself, "Damn, what am I doing here? Am I going to continue to come to Clark every time I have a problem?"

She stopped for a moment to sort out her words and feelings, but instead she said,

"I'm sorry Clark. I don't mean to intrude on you all the time." Lana paused for a moment, bit down on her lip and continued, "I think I should just go. I'm sorry."

Lana hesitated for a second but forced herself to walk down the stairs.

A puzzled Clark Kent looked on as his angel walked away from him, step by step. He continued to just watch out his window as she slowly drifted into the night. But he couldn't just watch anymore. He couldn't just let her go feeling unhappy and unsatisfied. So, with lighting fast speed he darted his way down the stairs and caught up with Lana halfway down his dirt driveway.

"Lana wait!" Clark stopped in front of her and pretended to catch his breath.

"Clark, what are you doing? Go back, it's cold."

"No, I'm fine. I thought you might get bored along the way, so I thought I would walk with you." Clark said with a minor grin.

Lana smiled and accepted the unexpected company.

The potential match made in heaven faded into the snow filled landscape in tranquility.

Lana ended the silence by asking Clark,

"Clark, do you like the snow?"

"Of course. Who doesn't"

"I remember my dad never liked the snow. I remember when I was young, my mother and I would always make a family of snowmen, one for each family member. But of course, my dad never made his. I always made a snowman for my dad. The only time my father went outside in the snow was to take a picture with the snowmen family..."

By the time Lana had finished her story the two had arrived at her house. Clark stopped at the beginning of her lawn and watched her walk up to the door. When the door opened, Nell saw Clark in the distance and gave him a friendly wave then when Lana walked in, she too gave Clark a wave. After the door had closed, Clark began to walk home, until an idea popped into his head. With a smile he walked onto Lana's front lawn and went to work.

After a couple of seconds, Clark stepped back and admired his work. He thought to himself, "She is going to love this." Then he started to walk home.

And there on the front lawn stood three snowmen.