Lana had brought little Clark back to the bed with her and was cooing him softly when Clark came back in the room. His face was red and flushed, his suit was all skewed and his hair was a mess.

"Clark? What's wrong?" Lana asked.

He paused, and looked at her with a desperate face, just like the night he left Smallville.

"I have to tell you something very important lana. It's going to hurt."

Lana's puzzled expression went from worry to panic, fear and then disbelief. She broke down, shook crazily and fell into Clark's arms holding her baby close. Her husband was dead. Lois was dead. She didn't want it to happen like this.

She cried and cried and cried.