The grin on his face can only be described as 'shit-eating.' Kal is gone, but he had gotten his farewell 'fuck you.' She should have expected something like this. Kal was known for his forethought and planning. By his own account, he even preemptively knew of his impending death.

"The Fortress is mine?" Sakura says dumbly, trying to absorb the information but is having difficulty processing.

"All yours, Beautiful."

Sakura is well aware that this is probably not a good thing. Sure, she can get back and forth to the Fortress from Metropolis by herself, but it would take time that she didn't want to waste. She will probably never come back here again. Well, she wouldn't have if she didn't have to take care of Krypto and the other creatures within the Fortress that Kal left behind. Sakura is irritated, but Kal looks so pleased that a chuckle escapes her.

"You are one evil son of a bitch."

He gives her a mocking bow. "Why, thank you."

Sakura can't take it any longer. Peals of mirth escape her, causing her to collapse onto the ground.

Once Sakura finally composes herself, she tosses Kal a droll look. "I suppose even in death; you continue to throw me for a loop." Kal doesn't reply. "Alright, so what do you want me to do with the Fortress? You must have some sort of plan for it."

The projection of Kal is once again over the robot, and he takes her face in his hands.

"You have not been doing well."

Sakura rolls her eyes. "It's call grief, Kal."

"Yes, but you're worse than I would've thought." Sakura opens her mouth to make a scathing retort, but he beats her to it. "This has to end, Sakura. Are you eating?"

"Of course, I'm eating!" Sakura guiltily snaps.

"Three meals a day with snacks in between?" Sakura hates more than ever that Kal knew about her medic status. She hates when he uses it against her. So she remains stonily silent. "Have you been sleeping?" Again Sakura doesn't answer. "Grief is one thing, Sakura. Slowly killing yourself is another. This ends now."

A surge of emotion swells within her. Suddenly, her chest is heaving, and her fists are clenched.

"You can't bully me into happiness!"

"No, but I'll try my damnedest."

It is such a Kal statement that Sakura can only huff. "This isn't about me. This is about the Fortress and what you want me to do with it."

"You honestly think that this has nothing to do with you? I was eliminated from the picture, from your life, and then he took the one good thing we had and threw you out in the cold to fend for yourself—which you're doing a terrible job of."

"I can take care of myself!"

"You shouldn't have to! He left you unprotected!" Kal roars. "And I will do what I must to fix it." Sakura stares at him in mute surprise at his vehemence. "So what you're going to do is marry Superman."

Sakura doesn't think she hears him correctly, so she asks Kal to repeat himself. "You are going to marry Superman." Apparently, she did hear him correctly, and he is nuttier than they said he was.

"The hell you say!"

"Sakura," Kal growls.

"No. Absolutely not. What is wrong with you? Is there a glitch in the program? Because you cannot be serious about this."

"I am dead serious."

Sakura waits for a second, then asks, "Are you being punny?"

Kal just gives her a hard stare and Sakura snorts.

"Look Kal; he doesn't want me. I don't want him. He's not the man I married." Sakura ignores the disbelieving look Kal gives her. "We don't mesh, so that won't work out. There's no point in continuing this conversation. Can we move on now? "

"He is the man you married. He is me. We're the same person Sakura, and you know it."

"Oh yeah? So you were planning on divorcing and publically humiliating me?"

Kal's robotic hands ball into fists.

"You know better."

"Yes, Kal. I do. That's why I married you and not him."

Clark stands outside for so long he begins to wonder if Sakura-El is ever going to come out. He takes a hesitant step forward and realizes that the barrier that had been holding him back was gone. Clark's eyes widen in shock.

She's done it! She figured out what is wrong with the Fortress and gained him access once more. Quickly Clark flies to the doors and lets himself in. His eyes scan the area looking for any sign of his former wife. He finds none, so of course, he goes to search for her.

The scene he stumbles upon stuns him.

Sakura-El is in the arms of an image of him, one of his robots he can tell with brief use of his x-ray vision. They sway back and forth to a Kryptonian song about a lost bird that finds a home among predators. In the end, the predators kill the bird, but it evolves into one of the predators, becoming the fiercest among them all.

It is an odd song to slow dance to. Superman begins to wonder if Sakura-El is insane. When she disentangles herself, turns to him, and gives him a look of happiness that he hasn't ever seen on her, he wonders if it matters.

She walks over to him, and Clark notices the robot him raises a hand and makes a slicing motion at its throat and then points at him. Clark's eyes widen.

Has he just been threatened?

When the robot sneers, he decides that yes. Yes, he has been.

Clark focuses his attention on Sakura. She places her hands on her hips and looks up at him. Her green eyes study him intensely. She doesn't say anything, and for some reason, her silence makes him uncomfortable, so he sought to end it.

"Did you figure out what happened?"

"Yes," she says but doesn't elaborate.

"Care to share?" Clark prods.

There's a considering look on her face when she says, "You can't get into the Fortress because you gave it to me."

Clark reconsiders whether or not Sakura-El's sanity is an important issue because he would remember giving the Fortress to his ex-wife.