Clark slowly opened his eyes. He was lying on a couch, by the looks of it, in someone's living room. He had no idea how he got there, but he could hear two voiced talking quietly in the next room.
The voices stopped and a man and a woman entered the room. They both looked about early to mid forties. The woman knelt down beside the couch, her face etched with concern.
"Clark?" She said quietly "Clark are you feeling OK?"
Clark just stared at her, confused. He had no idea who these people were, or why he was in their home. He didn't know who this 'Clark' person was, either.
Then the man kneeled down next to the couch.
"Clark?" He asked "Say something, son."
"Son?" Clark asked "So, you're my dad?"
The man and the woman stared at him in disbelief
"Clark?" Asked the woman "Don't you recognize us?"
Clark just stared at her in confusion. By now, he had figured out that this 'Clark' person they kept referring to was probably him, and if the man was his father, the woman was probably his mother.
"Uhh… Mom?" Clark guessed. The woman turned to the man.
"Jonathan, I think he has amnesia!" She said
"Oh, you think?" Jonathan snapped. It was clear he was upset... And who could blame him. If it was true that Clark was his son, it would be upsetting for anyone to have their son look at them like strangers.
Clark got up off the couch.
"Are you my parents?" Clark asked
"Yes" Said his mom. She looked as if she were about to cry. Jonathan turned to her.
"Martha, maybe it's nothing a good night's sleep can't fix." He said to her
So my mom's name is Martha Clark thought Martha and Jonathan. That does sound sort of familiar
"Clark, I want you to go to bed now." Said Jonathan "Maybe in the morning, you'll remember everything."
Clark nodded. He started out of the room, when he stopped, realizing he had no idea where his bedroom was, if he even had a bedroom. He turned around.
"Uhh… where do I sleep?" he asked, realizing how strange it must sound to his parents. It all seemed so unreal. Martha looked at him sadly.
"Up the stairs, second door on the right." Martha said, sounding as if she were telling a guest where to sleep. In reality, she sounded a lot calmer than she felt. "The bathroom is beside it. You're toothbrush is the red one"
As Clark left the room, Martha let her head fall into her hands. Jonathan sat down beside her and put an arm around her shoulders.
"Shhh" He comforted her "It's all going to be OK."
"How, Jonathan? How is it going to be OK?" Martha asked between sobs "he has no idea where he is! He has no idea who we are! He probably doesn't even know about his abilities! Now tell me how it's going to be OK?"
Jonathan stared at his shoes. Deep down, he knew it wasn't going to be OK. It was true. Clark probably didn't even know that he was "special".
"How do you think it happened?" Jonathan asked, breaking the long silence
"What?" Martha asked, raising her head
"What do you think happened to give him amnesia?" He asked again
"I don't know" Said Martha, her eyes drifting over to the empty food cartons. What she did know she had to get her baby boy back.
