Barb Stratton sat in the passenger seat of the van as it ambled along the long stretch of Kansas highway. They were rushing to get to the station at the request of their boss. Larry, the cameraman, was in the back loading film into his faithful video camera. " I heard that Smallville was hit especially hard by the twisters," said Barb to her small crew. " Hey isn't Smallville the place that had a meteor shower in like 1989." " Yes, Larry you would be correct, the boss wants us to play off of that."  " I bet you already have a headline, Barb." " As a matter of fact I do, Larry, Natural Disasters Plague Small Town," she said smiling to herself but something on the side of the road caught the young reporter's eye. " Davey," she yelled to the driver of the van," STOP!!!!" The baby-faced driver stopped the van as Barb got out. " Come on, Larry." Larry quickly jumped out of the van, armed with his camera, as Barb hurried to the ditch by the side of the road. There in the ditch half-covered with mud lay the face down body of a young girl, her raven hair fanning across her back. Barb's hawk eyes caught sight of an object partly submerged in the mud and she pulled the small wallet from its murky burial grounds. Larry protested Barb's invasion of the corpse's right to privacy but it went unheeded. " Larry, I'm a reporter, I slept through my ethics class and I doubt that the girl will protest; this could be the beginnings of a great story." Barb flipped through the various cards and pictures that that were enclosed in their leathery prison. " Larry, turn on the camera," said Barb whose adrenaline was pumping through her veins because she felt the beginnings of a first class story. Larry hesitated before he flipped the switch that turned on his camera and started the countdown for Barb. At Larry's signal, Barb began her monologue.

 " Just inside of Smallville county limits, my crew and I happened upon presumably the first victim of the worst natural disaster to hit this sleepy little town since 1989 when Smallville was assailed by a shower of meteors. The girl is identified as Lana Lang of Smallville, Kansas, this is truly a sad moment for me and my heartfelt condolences go out to this girl's family. I will keep you posted on new development in this story."

Larry turned off the camera and marveled at Barb's use of theatrics. She had seemed truly in mourning, that's why she was such a beloved reporter because part of her did sympathize with the audience. " Let's go, guys, we have to get to the station with this."  Larry and Barb trudged back to the van and the road ate their dust as they sped off to meet their deadline.

Nell opened her eyes to find her cellar door opened wide. She sighed wishing that she were not so alone. " Oh well, I'll just wait for Lana to come home." She heard another car pull up into the drive and she raced up the stairs. " Lana," she yelled while still running. " It's just me, Nell," said a familiar voice that still haunted her dreams. " Hello, Jonathan," said Nell breathlessly. " This isn't a social call Nell." " I don't mind that it isn't, it's always a pleasure to see you, Jonathan." " Did a reporter stop by here while the twisters were touching down?" " Yes as a matter of fact one did. His name was Roger Nixon." " When did he leave," asked Jonathan who unbeknownst to Nell already knew the answer to his inquiry. " Well, when did the storms stop?" " About a half hour ago." " He most likely left right when they ended then, he wasn't there when I woke up." " Did he tell you about a big story that he was working on?" Nell wondered why Jonathan was giving her the third degree but answered him anyway. " He hinted towards a huge story but he pretty tight-lipped about it when I questioned, why do you ask?" " Just wondering," said Jonathan who acted as if he didn't see Nell's disbelieving gaze. " Well, I must head back to the farm to check on Martha, I'll see you around Nell." " You're welcomed here anytime, Jonathan," said Nell hoping she didn't sound as desperate as she was. She watched him drive off and sighed heavily. She still loved him even after all these years. Sad and feeling more lonely than she did before, Nell headed back toward the house to wait for Lana to return. A thought briefly flitted through her mind; she wondered how Jonathan's fender got so banged up.

At the T.V station in Smallville, KWSM, Bob Owens paced his office. " Where the hell is Barb," he yelled. No one answered him. " She better get here quick and she better have a good story for me." He continued to pace his small office.

" Come on, Clark, I'll take you home," said Chloe after they got checked by the EMT's that swarmed the school. " Yeah, I want to see my mom and dad, I hope the farm didn't get damaged." " What about Lana?" " What about Lana," asked Clark? " Don t you want to check to see if Lana's okay." " Yeah, I'll check on her as soon as I check on my parents and the farm." Chloe shrugged and slipped into her bucket o' junk as she liked to call her car. It took a little time but Chloe finally got the old relic started. She gazed at Clark's profile as she drove and he looked in a pensive mood. " I'm sure every thing is alright. Clark." He didn't say anything; he just covered her hand with his. She smiled at him while she melted inside. She had waited for this so long and all of her dreams were coming true but something was amiss. Chloe had a premonition that all of her happiness would be robbed away and she saw Lana as the thief. She pushed the thought away but the strength of the premonition scared her because Chloe somehow knew that the premonition would come true.