Slipping out of the hospital, Sarah made her way through the parking lot. It was before dawn, and only the early birds were out, singing their song. The blue scrubs she'd borrowed from the hospital laundry fit perfectly and had helped her get away undetected. It had been a very long time since she had felt this alert and after a quick stop at the nurse's station to drop off her note and to check the calendar, Sarah was aware that it was 2006. She was also aware of the fact that that new nurse, Rebecca drove a brand new black Honda and that she left the keys on the nurses station desk. Sam's visit last night had snapped her back to herself – it was the bracelet that had done it. He'd given it to her before he'd left, having taken it from her things. He'd told her about Chloe and her search through the journals. She looked down at the silver bracelet, and touched the locket on it. Joe had told her never to take it off and she hadn't until Chloe was born. Inside the locket was a small scrap of paper, with words on it for one person alone. Once Sarah delivered that message, and shown the Fledgling and Naman the archive, she'd be free. She looked at the car, at the number pad under the door handle. Things had changed, she smiled, and then pressed the button on the remote control that had the picture of the little white lock. The door snapped open, and Sarah got in. It had been at least twenty years since she'd driven anywhere, but she knew the way to the Reservation from just about anywhere.

"Hang on, baby. Mommy is coming. " Sarah thought, unable to speak, seeing Chloe in her minds eye.

The dawn found Chloe, Clark and Kara asleep in the loft. Martha Kent smiled as she reached the top of the stairs. Not having more children had been a secret pain of hers since her miscarriage a few years back, and now, Martha felt her heart nearly break with love for the three young people sleeping so innocently here. Clark and Chloe had fallen asleep on the couch, lightly wrapped in each other's arms, Chloe's head pillowed on Clark's shoulder. Kara had stretched her long frame out on the floor, her hair spread over her shoulders and back like a blanket of gold. Krypto had crawled beside her, just as Shelby had settled himself at Clark's feet. It was a picture of peace, and Martha brought a hand to her mouth, her eyes brimming. The wish of every mother, to see her children safe and happy, had been fulfilled, Martha thought and she nodded, clapping her hands loudly. They were wasting daylight now. They had to get to the corn festival at the reservation, and Bruce would be there to meet them very shortly.

"Okay, time to wake up everyone." Martha called, loudly, walking around Kara to swing open the top part of the loft door. Clark and Chloe blinked awake, but Kara groaned in her sleep, muttering in what had to be Kryptonian. Martha knelt beside the girl, and brushed the hair from her face gently. Kara's face was flushed and she turned her head, pushing Martha's hand away,

"I don't want to go, Mother…" Kara groaned, and Clark sat forward, alert. "You can't make me go."

"Kryptonian." He said, coming from the couch to kneel beside his mother. "She's saying she doesn't want to leave.."

"The poor thing." Martha sighed, looking over at her son. Kara moaned, and grabbed Clark's hand, her eyes open but still asleep, speaking in such rapid Kryptonian that Clark had to struggle to understand her. She was dreaming of home and leaving her parents.

"Father, please…I don't care about dying…I want to stay with you and Mother. I want to be with my friends. Don't make me go."

"Kara," Clark said, peeling his cousin's hand from his arm and shaking her lightly. "You're in Kansas, with me." She blinked twice and pulled herself free of Clark's light grip. Looking around, Kara seemed to remember herself, but still, when she spoke, it was in the lost language of her home world.

"Kal-El, we have to find the archive…" She rose, and then smiled at Martha in English. "You have been so kind to me, as if were your own girl." Kara held out a hand to Martha, who took it and allowed Kara to help her to rise. "I wish I had been found by you and Jonathan Kent when I was a baby, too."

"Oh, sweetheart." Martha pulled Kara into a hug. "Don't wish that. You had time with your parents, your friends. I'm just glad to be here now for you." She smiled at Kara warmly. "I've never been anyone's Aunt Martha before, so we can make it up as we go along."

Kara nodded. "That sounds good." She sniffed the air, and smiled brightly. "There are pancakes for breakfast?"

"Blueberry. Your favorite." Martha replied, and Kara cheered, calling to the puppy, who followed her from the barn loft in a crash of thunderous footsteps. Martha laughed and looked up at Clark. "She's a whirlwind. Come on down for breakfast. I made you banana pancakes, and there's apple for Chloe. Lois already ate hers."

Clark groaned. "Lois is here already?"

"Yes." Martha rolled her eyes. Clark's impatience with Lois was sometimes beyond tolerance, but Jonathan often said that if they had been siblings it would have been the same. "She brought Chloe's clothes too. So come on. We've got a day." Martha left the loft, and Clark went to the couch again, where Chloe sat blinking against the light.

"Morning." She sat forward, smacking her lips. "Did I hear there was breakfast?"

"You did." Clark nodded. "And Lois brought you a change of clothes. We have the corn festival today."

"We need to go to Mom's hospital first." Chloe grabbed Clark's shirt. "With Kara."

"What?" Clark asked. "Mom is counting on us being there with her this morning. I can't get out to Granville and back with you both fast enough."

"Did I hear you say you were going to Granville?" Lois was standing at the top of the stairs, her cell phone in hand, and a stunned expression on her face. "Chloe, we've got a problem. Apparently, your mom escaped early this morning from her hospital. Dad just called. Uncle Gabe is on his way, and Dad said we should stay close to Martha Kent and Bruce."

"Mom escaped?" Chloe stood. "She couldn't feed herself, Lois. How did she get out of the hospital?"

"I don't know." Lois shook her head, and Chloe could see that her cousin was very, very worried. "But she stole scrubs, and a car. Dad said she left a note, but it was in some funny made up script. They don't know if she's dangerous or not, Chloe. You and Clark have to stay with us, just in case."

"I have to find her, Lois." Chloe pulled out her cell phone. "I'm calling Dad right now."