Chloe and Richard stood outside of the hospital room, looking in... Sean was in a bed, now, stirring to consciousness. His father and brother were there, having flown in from metropolis already. It was a momentous occasion for them - the return of their son to the living world. Richard's thoughts were still revolving around life, and why such a dead boy had parents and people who cared about him... when the very much alive Richard had nobody that ever really gave a damned thought about him. Chloe was thinking about the future. What would she write about this? What kind of punishment would Sean be put through once Chloe came forward with what actually happened to that girl? That also brought in the question of the meteor rocks. So many had gone insane... was it the meteors, or was it purely a human fault that made them all become so obsessive once they had such abilities? Was Sean well?

Chloe stared inside, watching Sean come to life still. Finally the boy opened his eyes, immediatly locking them onto his brother. Sean made as much of a smile as he could as his brother leaned forward, mutually embracing each other in a tight hug. There had been so much confusion in Sean's eyes... but that went away in the hug. Surely that couldn't have been the same person that tried to kill her? That murdered the other woman, that tried to kill Clark and his family?

Sean just kept hugging his brother, his brother hugging back. It had been more than two years since they had seen each other... all of the reports said that Sean was missing. Now he was back from the dead, found frozen at the bottom of a lake.

"Lake?" Sean asked, parting from his brother and staring up at his father. They'd found him in a lake? Sean didn't remember that... he remembered being thrown, he never remembered hitting the water.

The doctor nodded, stepping closer to Sean's bedside. "Yes. You were found frozen at the bottom of the lake, Mr. Kelvin. It's a medical miracle that we were able to revive you. Thankfully, a Luthorcorp was willing to lend us experimental treatment options... do you remember what happened before that time?"

Sean thought hard. Not to remember; he remembered it all in mortifying detail... like a nightmare that couldn't get unprinted. He was after people to keep himself alive, and Clark had used superhuman strength to stop him. No, not him. Someone else. Sean knew he wasn't perfect, but he also knew he wasn't a murderer. He wasn't the one that did all of those aweful things, he knew he wasn't. He needed to keep warm... he became obsessed with getting the heat. Heat? Why wasn't he cold now? What had happened since then? He was thrown into the lake and frozen, apparently. He remember nothing of that. It was as if Clark threw him and then suddenly in a hospital with two or three years passing...

"Mr. Kelvin?"

"Sorry..." he said. Clark. Clark had put him in the lake, managed to stop him doing more harm to people. Clark was a superhuman, a freak like him. "No. I don't remember anything..." he said, looking to his side and to his skin. It had almost returned to it's natural state... he didn't need heat anymore, or at least for the moment. Had the curse gone away? Sean reached down under the bed idly, touching the metal frame. Nothing. He wasn't absorbing the heat... he closed his eyes and concentrated. The frame suddenly became colder, freezing almost, then Sean let go.

"Doctor... treatment? What kind? Is it dangerous?" his father asked.

"No, no. Luthorcorp assures us it's perfectly safe. It's expanded upon technology used to defrost plant seeds under experimental freezing. We put Sean in a salt-water tank at luke warm temperature and used low-voltage electric currents mixed with low-cycle radiation. It managed to destroy any crystals within your son's body." he explained.

Sean smiled, looking up to him. "Thank you..." he said. It was gone. He didn't have to take heat anymore; he would never be cold again. He had the ability still, of course, but it was harder to use now and he wasn't dependant. He could start his life over again.

Why didn't they know about what he had done? Why wasn't he in jail already? Hadn't Clark or Chloe come forward with what they knew?

Three o'clock AM was always a quiet time for Smallville. Nothing was ever open because its citizens were all sleeping - with the exception of the occasional troup of teenagers the streets were empty. All store doors were closed, locked up to keep out thiefs. This didn't stop one theif. He grabbed ahold of the doorknob to the jewlery store, closing his eyes and concentrating... the heat escaped from it, sucked into his hand. The teenager crushed it under his hand, shattering it to pieces.

The door came open with ease, the incredibly loud alarm ignored with just as much effort. The figure walked into the corner of the shop, staring up into a security camera. He worse no mask at all, nothing to hide his features. He smiled at the camera and stook out his tongue, laughing as he turned to glass cases. Using his bat he crashed through the cases, destroying displays and throwing jewels about the room. He had no bag other than for books, nor did he fill up his pockets... he took the jewlery and threw it, causing as much destruction as he possibly could. After all, what was the point of money? Money only served to give you fun, things to live for. The figure had that without money, he always would. Nobody ever gave a damn about him. But this had taught him something... you had to make your own life, find your own purpose. This was fun, therefore there was a point.

The figure took a large jug of water from his bookbag. He unscrewd the cap, walking over to one of the display cases that was in best view of the camera. He had made certain to only break through the top display case, elaving four walls... he poured water into it, watching the liquid fill in around the displayed gemstones. After he filled in the water it only took one touch of his finger to freeze it, all while staring at the camera with a smirk.

He was on top of the world.