Whitney barely saw the scenery fly by his eyesight, his mind was on Lana. So full of life and light was she and now all that was gone. Kent, he thought, I told him to watch her and she dies. Whitney saw a vision of her in his mind's eyes, all her straight and raven hair with her radiant hazel eyes. The cab stopped and Whitney was awakened from his reverie. " Where to?"" The Kent Farm." The cabbie drove without asking for directions so Whitney concluded that the cabbie was quite familiar with Smallville. Anger, red hot and boiling, coursed through Whitney's veins. His everything was gone, his world was no more and his heart was broken into a million pieces. Whitney didn't think that he could bounce back from this particular batch of obstacles. First, he loses his athletic scholarship then his father dies and now this, Whitney felt himself sinking back into that bottomless abyss that he had slipped into after his father's death. Lana had helped him crawl from the obscure depths of his sorrow into the light of day. " Kent Farm," said the cabbie. Whitney looked through the window to the small house. With its bright yellow paint and cheerful beds of tulips. " Wait here, this will only take a minute." The cabbie said nothing; he just looked at all the bills scattered on his front seat. Whitney exited the cab and stood there for a few moments. Then he proceeded to walk to the porch. " Okay, Fordman, cool it." He then rang the doorbell and waited. Whitney soon heard the sound of approaching footsteps. Clark's mother answered the door.
" Hi, Whitney." " Hello, Mrs. Kent." " Whitney, I thought you were on your way to a Marines Enlistment Camp in California." " I was but then I heard about Lana on the news." " It is so sad, she was so very young, I know you cared a lot about her Whitney." " Yes I did, Mrs. Kent, and thank you for your condolences. Is Clark around?" A worried look flashed in Martha's eyes. " Clark is taking the news kinda hard, Whitney, he's not up to visitors right now." Whitney smothered his anger and said," Oh well, I'll see him around. I'm heading over to Nell's to see how she's doing." " Please give her our condolences." " I will." " Bye, Whitney, Be safe." " Bye, Mrs. Kent, I will." Whitney returned to the cab and said," Drive down the road, I'll tell you when to stop."
The cabbie did as he was told and drove slowly down the dirt road. Lana's house soon came into his view and Whitney felt like crying. He could not count how many times he had been to Lana's house. " Stop here," he said to the cab driver. He grabbed his one bag and exited the cab. With a heart heavy with grief, Whitney climbed the familiar stairs and waited on the porch that was like a second home to him. He could still smell her delicate perfume as it wafted on the breeze through the still night. His heart would never mend.
