*Black Friday is crazy! So lucky that I am relaxing, and working upon this story. -Traveler

(Patricia's P.O.V.) - A couple of hours later-

I smiled softly as I closed Annabelle's book that I was reading aloud for the past half hour, seeing that she was deep in dreamland, and I leaned over to kiss Annabelle's forehead softly, whispering, "Good night, darling.". I put her book on her dresser, leaving quietly to head down the stairs, and I looked over to see Kal-El taking time to dry the few dishes that we used for dinner tonight.

Kal-El looked over, and I was awed as he was hovering slightly to put away the bowl in the upper cupboard, and he spoke softly, "Anna is such a curious one, asking me all those questions, and I didn't mind.". I chuckled lightly, and spoke quietly, "Shall we talk in the office? It's my turn to ask you some things, and I believe you have some questions for me as well.".

Kal-El nodded with a smile, landing upon the floor with no sound, and putting away the drying towel, and joined me as we walked to the office. Kal-El opened the door like a gentleman, and I came in, with Kal-El closing the door quietly and carefully, and I sat in my beloved office chair, with Kal-El leaning against the wall.

I exhaled softly, "You must be feeling a little lost, Kal-El.". Kal-El sighed heavily, "Every time I think about my friends, how they must be worried, I habitually reach my Watchtower earpiece, then I realize it doesn't exist here. New York City is here, along with Chicago, Orlando, Singapore, London, Sydney. But Metropolis, Gotham, Star City isn't. I do have my powers which I am grateful to have, yet I am feeling like I am alone.".

I tilted my head curiously, "How is it like, watching over Earth?". Kal-El looked a bit surprised, then smiled brightly as he slowly mused out loud, "It is like art that changes at a whim, the tones of color from the seas, the lands, the clouds, the lights of the cities. When I hear the Earth, it's a song of laughter, music, voices, heartbeats, and more. When I fly at night, with the moon, it's like serene peace in one place, frenzied happiness in another, and terrified hope in other places.".

I exhaled softly, "Is it the same here?". Kal-El blinked, briefly closed his eyes, then smiled wryly, "The sounds of Earth are a familiar thing, it didn't even change a lot.". I smiled, "And at sunrise and sunset?".

Kal-El opened his eyes, grinning softly, "How about if I show you instead sometime?". I smiled brightly, "That would be great, Kal-El. Now as you are a story, and most of us know your story, you may have to do desperate measures to dilute your appearance, for as you saw Annabelle explain about you, the true identity of yourself.".

Kal-El sighed lightly, "I may have to ask your husband if I could borrow some clothes as from the pictures I saw, we seem to fit similarly in size.". I sharply exhaled, closing my eyes as my heart beat painfully for a few moments, and I whispered, "He's not here anymore.".

I heard a sigh, "I don't mean to-". I opened my eyes to look at Kal-El, "I know you didn't. Diego..he passed away almost three years ago. It was a week after Christmas...I don't blame him...for the sacrifice he did now, but back then, I was angry that he left me and Annabelle. How was I supposed to raise a mute child alone? Annabelle was hurt badly from her daddy's death, having to wonder why he had to go... Time went, and we healed... Christmas is a rough time..".

Kal-El looked sympathetic, which I appreciate as I didn't need pity. "How old was Anna when he died...and what happened?". I sighed heavily, "Annabelle was just 6 as you know that she was born in August. Diego was in the army. He always found ways to be with us, and that Christmas was wonderful.",

"That picture was our favorite one. He only spent a few days with us, making sure that he was there upon Christmas Eve, and you should have seen Annabelle. She was so happy, never stopped smiling. It was a war over in the Middle East. There was hidden bombs on a route, and when he was tracking...well, you get the idea.". I whispered the last part sadly.

Kal-El looked horrified, and exhaled, "He must have been a great man.". I smiled bittersweetly, "He was. He would have liked to meet you. Hero to Hero.". Kal-El nodded, and sighed lightly, "Still, would I possibly borrow some clothes?".

I smiled softly, "Diego wouldn't mind, Kal-El. After all, clothes are clothes.". Kal-El smiled, "Then since you technically know me from stories, you can call me Clark as well. It has been a while since I went undercover in my reporting duties, but I am sure I can get through this with your help, Patricia, and with Anna's help too.".

I grinned, "Then I like the name of Dustin Jameson..you can use that out there in this world.". Kal-El or Clark as he is now proposed to be, smiled thoughtfully, "Dustin Jameson. That sounds good to me.". I nodded, and looked to the clock.

"I better head to bed as I got work tomorrow. Annabelle had told you that she's in online school. I wouldn't mind if she asked you to help her as long as there's no cheating, okay?". I asked softly. Clark nodded, "Of course, through I must ask if I could use your computer to catch up myself. After all, back in my world, there hadn't been any wars in the Middle East as I..what is the word, nipped the bud in the first place.".

I shook my head lightly, "I don't care as long as you're safe here. The world here is more troublesome than yours, through there hasn't been any super-villains to exist, but still. I know it must be difficult to control your habits to go out there and save people right now, but you must understand, belief is finicky. You cannot afford to be Superman now as you don't technically exist here.".

Clark nodded slowly as he clearly understood, "You have my word, Patricia. I wouldn't dare offend you by being out there when I shouldn't. I only got here tonight, after all.". I sighed softly, "Thank you, Clark. I appreciate it. And the guest bedroom is opposite the bathroom across the hall. My bedroom is on the end of the hall if you need anything.".

Clark smiled softly, and spoke softly, "Good night, Patricia.". I smiled brightly, "Night, Clark.". He bowed his head slightly, then left, treading lightly to the guest bedroom. I then glanced over to see a picture of Diego, his crooked grin, dressed in his first layer of army clothes, and signing a symbol of love. I whispered softly, "Good night, Diego, honey.".

I pressed two fingers to my lips, and moved to press my fingers upon his lips, and I sighed lightly, getting up from my chair, heading to my bedroom after shutting off all the lights, and with a side glance at the closed door of the guest bedroom which light is still peeking through, I headed into my bedroom. Some minutes later, I went to bed, welcoming dreamland, with a thought of how Clark is supposedly feeling about being separated from Lois Lane.