Jonathan stopped in front of his house to survey the damage. He thanked Go d that there was only a minimal amount of damage done mainly to the barn. He then remembered that he last saw Martha in the cellar. He rushed over to the open cellar door and peered inside. He saw nothing so he descended down the short flight of stairs. In a dimly lit corner, he saw Martha who lay upon the floor and he knew that she had fainted when he ran after Nixon. He knelt beside his beautiful wife and gently grazed her cheek with a calloused fingertip. She stirred then opened her clear hazel eyes. " Jonathan," she cried. They embraced. " I thought you had gotten sucked up by the twisters and I just," began Martha. " Shh, Martha, the important thing is that we are safe and hopefully so is Clark and his secret is safe also." " What happened to Nixon?" " Don't worry about him, he wont bother us again," said Jonathan with a glint of masculine pride gleaming menacingly in his blue eyes, He didn't see the worried look that clouded Martha's eyes as they embraced once more.

                        " Cant you speed this thing up, Davey," said Barb who sat, restless and wired with her own adrenaline, in the passenger seat. " We're almost there, Barb," said Davey calmly because he was used to Barb's almost schizophrenic mood changes. Then the T.V station building came into her sights and she looked as happy as a child in a candy store. She was out of the van even before the van came to complete stop. With the video clutched tightly to her bosom, Barb hurried into the empty office building. Everyone had been sent home at the first sign of bad weather and her team had been called in after the twisters disappeared. Barb floated into Bob's office and deposited the videotape onto his desk. Bob Owens popped out of his high-backed wing chair. " Where have you been, Barb?" " Out in the field, getting you a story." " What story?" " Watch it, Larry edited it in the van," said Barb who loved to brag about the fact that her van was equipped with the technology to edit their own tapes. Bob Owens inserted the tape into the T.V/VCR in his office while Davey dimmed the lights. Bob's gaze was transfixed on the screen until it went black. " Lana Lang, Lana Lang," he mumbled to himself. Davey then spoke up," Lana Lang was the little girl featured on the fall cover of TIME in 89 when the meteor shower hit, she lost her parents in the shower." " By God, you are right my boy, I'll air this while you three work on a visual biography and a memorial piece on Lana Lang. The death of a small-town princess." They left Bob to himself. Barb popped the tape into the T.V feed while Davey sat at the broadcaster's booth. Larry told him to go. " Hello, everyone, this is a special news bulletin. I am Davey Morrison. We will now go to our correspondent in the field, barb Stratton." The tape began to roll.

            Chloe pulled her car to stop beside Jonathan's truck and she exited the car.  Clark was running toward the cellar just in time to see his parents emerging unharmed from the subversive shelter. " Mom, Dad," he yelled. " Clark," shouted Martha who ran into her son's outstretched arms. Jonathan completed the family circle as Chloe stood, like an outsider, just beyond them. She wished that she could run home to a loving family but that was not to be. Her father was on a business trip and Chloe's mother was non-existent. " Chloe, come on, you get in here too," said Martha. Chloe smiled and found a place close to Clark's heart in their family circle. She reveled in the warmth that the Kents created with their love for one another. " We all should go into the house for hot chocolate and apple pie," said Martha when they were done embracing,

" By the way, Chloe you look wonderful." Chloe blushed. " Yes you do look radiant, Chloe," said Jonathan," and I think some of your apple pie will do me some good." The Elder Kents went into the house, holding hands. Clark whispered into Chloe's ear," You do look beautiful, Chloe." Chloe felt herself blush again and they went inside the house, their hands clasped together between them.

            Nell turned on the television so that she could maybe get her mind off the fact that Lana was not home yet. She hated being alone. She saw a young man sitting at the broadcaster's desk. A special report bulletin was flashing at the bottom of the screen. Then Nell saw the face of a well-known female reporter, her name escaped Nell at the moment. Nell turned up the volume and then her world was turned upside-down.

            Whitney sat at the bar of a small diner in Metropolis and casually glanced at the small TV in the corner. A special flash news report was blinking at the bottom of the TV screen. " Hey can you turn it up a little, please," asked Whitney to the bartender. The bored bartender turned up the television set surprised that someone was interested in the news. Whitney then heard her name. She was dead. He had just left her, safe and crying. He was out of his seat in a flash, a blur of blond hair and canvas bags. There was a cabbie eating his dinner at the end of the parking lot and Whitney banged on the window hard enough to break the window. " Get me to Smallville now." " I'm off duty." " I don't care," said Whitney who threw all of his money at the cabbie. Soon they were speeding down the road.

            Jonathan turned on the TV and saw the flashing news bulletin. " Hey guys, come here." Everyone filed out of the kitchen and into the living room. Martha sat down with Jonathan while Clark and Chloe sat on the floor in front of the TV screen.  They were not ready for the news that they were about to receive.

            Clark listened and hoped that his fears of the night before had not been justified. He was not prepared for the next words that floated from the TV screen to his ears. The first victim of the twisters had been Lana Lang. For a moment, Clarks mind went blank. Then he remembered the dance and his worry about Lana. Chloe had soothed him. The phone call. She had said that Lana was safe at home but she was not. She was dead in a ditch, somewhere, covered in mud. He turned his head to looked into her disbelieving and wide eyes. " You lied to me," he said, his voice cold and emotionless. With that, he was gone.

            Chloe sat dumbstruck. Lana was gone; she disliked the girl but not enough to be happy about the girl's death. Then Clark had uttered those pain-ridden words that struck her heavy with guilt. I didn't lie to him; Nell had said that Lana was pulling up into the drive. " Clark!" Chloe knew now that her premonition was coming true, their love affair was over. She wanted to run after him but he would not listen to her; he was devastated." I'm going home, bye Mr. and Mrs. Kent," said sadly.

            When Chloe left, Martha said," I don't like this, Jonathan, he's hurt but Chloe wouldn't lie; this will destroy their friendship and we can't help them." " I don't know what's gong on, Martha." They sat in silence, hating that their ignorance could not keep their son form grieving and losing his best friend.