Lana rubbed her temples tiredly, and said, "Now, Mrs. Rowley…Can you please explain to me once more how your daughter flew over your house?"

Mrs. Rowley, a lonely housewife single-handedly raising 3 children, was eager to talk to anyone over the age of 10…Lana had been at her house since 2:30. It was now 4:00, and Lana had a splitting headache and food all over her new jacket and skirt she had purchased a week before, courtesy of one of the children running around.

Mrs. Rowley leaned forward in her chair and said, "Well, I was inside baking my famous chocolate chip cookies, the ones that my little Eleanor loves so much. She's not the one that flew. She's only 5. Of course, that's not the REASON she flew, but no matter. Anyway, I just looked out my window and there was Ann, flapping her 10-year old arms, just as happy as she could be. I put the 2-year old down for a nap. His name is Tommy. He is just such a little doll; he usually goes to sleep so quickly…"

At Lana's impatient tapping of her pen, Mrs. Rowley hurried along her story. "I asked Ann how she could possibly fly without an airplane, and she said her doll gave her the power. I asked her what doll she meant, and she showed me this one."

She showed the blonde, grinning rag doll to Lana. "I gave it to Ann when she was 8, and this is her best friend. Her name is Suzy. Except Suzy looked different that day."

She turned Suzy on her back and pointed to the very discreet new seam sewn down the back of the doll.

"I didn't want to worry Ann, so I waited until she was asleep and took the doll apart. It was lined and stuffed with a type of glowing green powder. I dumped the powder in the Dumpster, and a day later some men in dark blue suits came and emptied the Dumpster."

Mrs. Rowley tapped a finger on her chin. "And it wasn't even trash day. It was so nice of those men to take out my trash. Anyway, I just figured that Ann had been eating too much junk food, so we cut out the Twinkies at lunch, and the flying hasn't happened since."

"Mrs. Rowley? Did you ask Ann about the doll?"

"Oh, yes, of course I did. Ann just said that while she was playing one day in the field out back, some men came and said that her doll wanted to play hide-and-seek. They took the doll and made her find it. And she did…Ann is just so smart…and cute as a button, too…"

Before Mrs. Rowley could launch into another one of her stories about her children, Lana stood up and subtly stretched her legs, which were cramped from sitting in the lounge chair so long. "I really appreciated talking to you, Mrs. Rowley. But I actually have to meet someone at 5, and look, it's 4:40 already! My, how the time flies…"

At Mrs. Rowley's disappointed expression, Lana stepped forward and gave her a warm hug. "You were a big help. But I'd like you not to talk about this to anyone."

Hearing something bad in Lana's tone, Mrs. Rowley stepped back to worriedly peer into Lana's face. "There's not someone after my kids, is there?"

Lana shook her head back and forth. "Oh no, of course not! They're just fine. But now, I really must go. I promise I'll keep in touch."

Mrs. Rowley, all worries forgotten, said, "Oh, please do."

Lana walked out of the house and down one of the rural streets in Smallville. She needed to tell Clark one of the growing suspicions she was building. But how? She looked up to the sky and said, "Clark!"

She yelled louder. "Clark." At no answer, she finally resorted to screeching out, "SUPERMAN!"

A few seconds later, Clark appeared in full red, blue, and yellow attire, and said, "Lana. Why'd you resort to using the S-word?"

Lana smiled. "Because it looked to be the only thing that worked."

Clark shrugged sheepishly and said, "I had to stop by and say 'Hi' to Mom."

Lana groaned. "Don't play the nice-boy card on me…You'll always win." Clark laughed, and Lana stated what had been churning in her mind. "I don't think that LexCorp just finds kids and teens that are infected to study. I think they … plant them in the first place."

Clark nodded. "Yah. From all the people I've talked to, they have all reported of sightings of men in …"

Lana finished the sentence. "Dark blue suits?" At his agreement, she said, "The question is, what are we going to do about this new piece of information?"

Clark looked stumped. "Not even Superman knows the answer to that one."