"Clark?" Jonathan asked in a worried voice. "Clark, wake up."

Slowly Clark opened his eyes a crack, and blinked a few times to clear them, and to clear his head.

"Dad?" He said slowly. Jonathan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Martha!" He yelled down the hall. "Martha, he's awake! He's OK!"

Martha came hurrying into the Kent's bedroom carrying a cold, wet cloth which, by the feel of Clark's face, had been resting on his forehead keeping him cool.

A small, disbelieving smile crept across Clark's face.

"Mom." He said simply, but that was all Martha needed. She blinked the tears out of her eyes, and embraced her son so tight she probably would have crushed him had he been anyone other than Clark.

"Oh Clark!' She cried, stroking his hair, and propped him up against her, helping him into a half-sitting, half-lying position.

"You remember… everything?" Jonathan asked.

Clark nodded, and Jonathan couldn't help himself grinning a big, goofy grin, and joined the huddle, giving Clark a hug too, after prying him from Martha's iron-grip.

"How long was I out?" Clark asked, realizing he was no longer wearing his watch.

"Three and a half hours." Jonathan replied, setting Martha off again.
"Oh Clark, we were so worried!" She sobbed.

"It's ok," Clark comforted her. "I'm fine now, I remember everything."

The phone started ringing, and Jonathan got up to answer it.

"Yeah, well, that may be so, but I still want to know what caused this." He said, reaching for the receiver. "People don't just faint and wake up with amnesia.

Maybe not Clark thought Anywhere but Smallville, that is. And he could tell his parents were thinking the same thing. Jonathan cleared his throat.

"Hello?" He said, then paused, and looked towards where Clark and Martha were sitting on the floor. "Chloe. Uh, Clark… isn't feeling well. Can I get him to call you when he's better?"

Clark focused his hearing so he could hear Chloe's end of the conversation as well.

"Mr. Kent, I know what's happened to Clark." She said. "But this is important. I don't know if Clark told you, but yesterday I sent off samples of the food to a lab in Metropolis to try and figure out what might have caused his amnesia."

"You've got the results back." Jonathan said. It was more like a statement than a question.

"Yes." Chloe said. "So can you please put Clark on?"

Reluctantly, Jonathan passed the phone to Clark, assuming that he had heard the whole conversation. Clark had made a habit out of eavesdropping on others calls after he discovered he could. He took the phone.

"Chloe." He said. "The lab results, what do they show?"

Chloe was obviously surprised, due to the hesitation before she answered.

"Um, well there were definitely traces of meteor rock in the food." She replied. "But the particles were so tiny, the scientists had to run the test three times before they discovered them."

"So what does that mean?" Clark asked cautiously. "Exactly how small were they?"

"Oh, you could've practically inhaled them." Chloe replied. "But they were definitely there. Meteor rock s not something you need a lot of to cause an effect."

"Uhh…"Clark stammered. This was NOT a good area to be discussing with Chloe.

"Seriously, Clark." She insisted. "Experienced any weird feats of power lately?"

Clark gave in. He was good at coming up with believable, spur of the moment excuses and cover stories; a skill perfected trough years of practice, and if he knew one thing, it was that he could not continue this conversation with Chloe. He had to clear this up; and repair the damage later.

"Chloe," He said. "I have some good news."