Martha and Jonathan Kent drove along the dark country road surrounded by nothing but never ending cornfields and the blackness of the night sky. They rode along in a comfortable silence for about 15 minutes when Jonathan noticed a bright light off in the distance heading towards them.
"What is that?" Martha asked squinting her eyes.
"It must be another car but Jesus can't they turn off their high beams?" Jonathan said putting his arm across his face as the light got closer and brighter.
The light was getting closer and closer and blinded Jonathan for a moment.
"Jonathan watch out!" He heard Martha scream though the blackness.
He immediately slammed on the breaks and the truck violently swerved and came to a screeching halt. As his vision slowly returned he reached out for Martha.
"Honey are you ok?" He asked concerned.
"Yes I'm fine." She answered in a far off voice.
Jonathan rubbed his eyes a few times and watched his wife as she climbed out of the car in a trance like state of mind. Jonathan looked out the cracked windshield and made out the image of his wife picking up a small figure. He hopped out of the truck and saw his wife holding an adorable little boy who looked to be about three years old. The boy's face was smudged with dirt and he wore a small red sweater, dirty blue jeans, and no shoes. A mop of wavy blond hair sat on top of his head and he had big sparkling green eyes. Jonathan had a sudden flashback to the day he and Martha had found Clark in the cornfield.
"Sweetie are you ok?" Martha asked the boy in a soothingly.
The little boy just buried his face into Martha's shoulder.
"Do you think he came from that light?" Jonathan said trying to figure the whole thing out.
"He must of. Jonathan do you think he might be like Clark?"
"I'm not sure but we should take him back to the house, get him cleaned up and then we can figure this out."
Martha hugged the little boy closer feeling him tremble with fear and Jonathan helped them into the truck. Fortunately no serious damage had happened to the truck so they were able to make it back to the farm. Martha rushed into the house and sat the little boy on the kitchen counter. Jonathan took the first aid kit out of the cupboard while Martha looked the boy over to see if he was hurt.
"Ok sweetie do you want to tell me what your name is? Can you tell me that?" She asked in her motherly voice.
"Conner." He answered.
"Do you have a mommy or daddy Conner?" Jonathan asked while he ran a cloth under the faucet and handed it to Martha so she could wipe the dirt from his face.
The little boy didn't respond to that last comment he just looked at Martha and Jonathan with his big sad green eyes.
"He must be an orphan." Martha said.
Chloe Sullivan lightly knocked on the screen door and walked into the kitchen.
"Hey Mr. And Mrs. Kent is Clark here? We're supposed to go see a movie or something." Chloe said looking curiously at the little boy.
Conner turned around and his face lit up when he saw Chloe. He jumped down from the counter and ran as fast as he could to Chloe clinging on to her leg.
"Mommy!" He shouted with joy.
Chloe looked down at the little boy confused and Martha and Jonathan looked at each other with strange expressions.
"Is he ok because he seems to have mistaken me for his mother." Chloe said.
Martha walked over to the little boy and crouched down next to him.
"Sweet heart this isn't your mommy this is Chloe Sullivan."
"Yes I know and Chloe Suwavin is my mommy." He said in a tiny voice hugging Chloe's leg tighter.
"If she's your mother then who's your father?" Jonathan asked just as Clark came into the kitchen.
"Daddy!" Conner yelled when he saw Clark.
Confused and curious glances were exchanged all around. One thought was on everyone's mind, who was this little boy and why did he think Chloe was his mother and Clark was his father?