As I get to my car door, I open my bag and search for my keys.

Where are they?

I put my bag back over my shoulder and feel the outsides of my pockets. Even though I don't feel them, I shove my hands into my jean pockets for them anyway.

Oh god…why can't I have a memory? Do I have to forget things everywhere?

Realizing where I left them, I turn and head for his door again. I knock lightly. But there's no answer. I knock louder, but he still doesn't get the door. I stand there and contemplate what I should do. I know I left them right on the kitchen counter which is probably no more then 15 feet from where I'm standing right now.

It would seriously take me maybe 10 seconds to run in and out. Hmm…

I roll my eyes at how ridiculous I'm being and finally just open the door. As I slowly open it I look every which way before entering. The house is strangely quiet, like no one is there. I stand in the doorway searching for my keys. Finally I spot them just where I thought they'd be. I walk over to the counter and grab them, but as I turn to leave something stops me.

Holy shit.

The only thing I feel next is the floor, and the only thing I see is blackness.


* * * *

I hear someone calling my name but I can't respond.

"Lana!!"

Now this person is lightly smacking my face...

"Oh my god…Oh my god. Lana wake up!"

I'm trying...

In the distance I can hear water running and hurried footsteps. I can almost feel this person right on top of me.

Oh my god…I'm awake now...

My eyes open quickly and suddenly I feel the cool air setting in on my wet face. I blink repeatedly as I slowly sit up and try to remember what happened. I suddenly feel a hand on my back and a soft voice.

"Lana…are you ok?" I turn to see a wide eyed Clark, holding a now empty cup. The expression on his face is indescribable. And finally the missing pieces of what happened before starts filling in.

I remember walking back into the house. I remember grabbing my keys from the counter. And I remember turning from the counter and seeing this…this streak. I don't know how to describe it. It was this motion of color. Like this object that was moving faster then I've ever seen something move. And then it suddenly stopped in the entrance to the kitchen. The object stopped and looked at me like it had seen a ghost. And that's when I collapsed. Because what I saw in front of me was Clark.

I quickly jump to my feet and move away from him.

"Lana…" He moves closer to me with his arms slightly stretched forward, but I continue to move away from him. I can't even think.

"What the hell did I just see?" My voice is a whisper and I keep my back to him. I can't look at him. For the first time in my life, I don't even want to see him.

"Oh boy…" Clark takes a deep breath and looks down.

I turn around, "That's it? Oh boy?! That's your explanation." I'm yelling now.

I think the reality of it all is starting to hit me.

"Look Lana…what you saw…" He stops and closes his eyes. I don't know why, but seeing him like this. Seeing him this vunerable, calms me down slightly.

I look at him and tentatively ask, "Who…" I stop not wanting to continue, but slowly begin again, "What… are you?"

He finally opens his eyes and stares at me. "This is hard to explain, But…um…Lana…I'm –"

Suddenly the door opens and we hear a loud voice "Kent…Come on Coach is going to kill-"

We both turn towards the back door and find one of the football players staring at us confused.

"Ohh isn't this cute....So this is why you're running real late." He starts laughing as Clark runs over to him and says seriously "Shut up Kevin…"

His friend quickly stops laughing and looks at him angered. "Jesus Kent…relax, I'm doing you a favor. Coach is seriously pissed and told me to get you."

Clark lets go of his friend, I didn't even notice he had grabbed him in the first place.

I can't even imagine what I must look like right now. My face being completely wet and -
Ok seriously with everything that just happened, this shouldn't be your first concern.

Clark seems to have calmed down slightly, "I'm sorry man…thank you for getting me, but um can you give me a minute?"

"Kent…you don't have a minute we gotta go now!" Kevin exclaims and looks at him shocked.

"OK…I'll be right out." Clark says, anger returning to his voice.

"Fine…but if you're not in my car in one minute you can find your own way there." And with that Kevin slams the door.

Clark turns to me while he throws his hands over his face. He harshly rubs his eyes and exclaims more towards himself, "Dammit..." he begins walking, "…dammit…dammit."

I've never seen him angry before. It's surreal.

I just stand there, I have no clue what to say. No clue what to do. I'm still processing everything that's happened. Finally he stops and looks at me.

"Ok…I really have to go, but we really need to talk." He looks lost as he moves towards me. I don't even realize it but I move away from him.

"Lana…I'm not going to hurt you." His face becomes sad and shocked all at once.

I know he wouldn't hurt me, but suddenly I'm afraid of him. I have no clue who or what he is anymore. And for some awful reason, I'm mad at him for ruining my image of him. That's he's taken it away.

"Look…please come to the game so we can talk after it."

I look at him with anger I never knew I could have. Finally I nod.

It's unsettling how much I don't want to see him, yet at the same time need to.

He walks to the door, then stops and turns back to me.

His face is just so sad.

"And please Lana…" He closes his eyes. "you can't say anything about this…to anyone…" I look at him and realize that I've seen something about him that no one else has.

"Please…" He practically begs while looking at me almost pained. For some reason I can't say anything, but I feel my head nodding up and down.

I don't even know what there is to tell…I don't even know what I saw anymore.

He looks at me for a moment before closing the door behind him. It's as if he's scared to leave me. I stand there sopping wet. I stand there in the painful silence of his kitchen. Alone. I let my body fall against counter and slide down to the ground. Suddenly tears start coming to my eyes. My body starts to shake from my sobs and I instinctively hug my knees in front of me.

I don't even know why I'm crying. I don't even know what I'm doing. I feel lost. Nothing seems real. It's actually scary. It's like I don't even know who he is anymore.

Actually, what really scares me is I feel like I don't even know me anymore.