(Patricia's P.O.V.)

When Diego was alive, before he applied to be in the army, he used to take me to those incredible yet bittersweet memorials about the army, the marines, and even the navy, and in rare instances with a sunset behind the memorials, it gave me a feeling of acceptance, understanding, and acknowledgment with a hint that beauty can be revealed in the worst places.

But this, this with Clark, it didn't even compare to those memories as I am practically sitting upon the rooftop of the Coit Tower, a picnic blanket under us, yet I didn't care for there was a incredible, gorgeous sunset in front of my eyes, the colors surreal as I took it all in. There's a feeling of awe, amazement, hope, and a inner warmth bubbling with happiness as the sunset descended steadily.

I exhaled softly, "It's beautiful.". I heard Clark reply warmly, "That may be true, but there's nothing more beautiful than you.". I looked over at Clark, a serene, patient smile on his handsome face, his cerulean blue eyes impossibly soft, and the soft wind rustling his ebony locks, even his 'S' curl as well.

His heroic, kind, compassionate personality has touched my heart, and at once, I realize that I wouldn't let him go as I have come to love him for who he is, and he clearly, lovingly confessed in the most basic, yet romantic way which I strangely appreciate.

I asked in interest, "Do you love me, don't you, Kal-El?". Clark recognized that I was serious of this question, and he firmly nodded, "Yes. I do love you, Patricia. I don't know when or how it started, but I know I love you, I love all who you are, you've become this incredible, fiery woman that I respect, admire, and love.".

I blinked, my heart bursting in love as it hurts, beating so hard, and before I knew it, Clark was gently wiping my tears, cradling my cheek in his hand. "I've never imagined that I'd find love again, yet here you are, a humble superhero, filling a part of my heart that I locked away for a time. I don't know what brought you here, but I know it brought you to me and Annabelle, and now I can say that I love you, for all who you are; Superman, Kal-El, Clark.", I whispered passionately.

Clark's smile grew, he leaned down to touch his forehead against mine gently, breathing, "You are my Christmas Wish.". I smiled softly, staring into his eyes deeply, breathing, "And you are my Christmas Wish.". I then moved slightly to kiss him upon his lips, my eyes closing once more as I took in the sensation of his warm, soft lips.

I felt his other hand rest upon my neck, pressuring gently to encourage me to kiss him harder, and so I did, moaning lightly as he hesitantly caressed my lips with his tongue, and I happily let him through, loving the taste of cocoa and Christmas cookies as my tongue wrestled with his tongue, hearing him moaning as I mewed out in pleasure.

I suddenly felt him freeze, and I opened my eyes in confusion as we came apart, looking at him as he listened intently with a hint of worry, then his eyes widened, and he breathed, "Anna's in trouble!". I gasped, snapping my googles back on, "Take us back, hurry!".

Clark apparently nodded, picked me up quickly and carefully, then he lifted off, flying faster than before, and for some reason, I heard a sort of static buzz, becoming louder and louder, and I was so bewildered at the sound as it should be only the wind, maybe some cloud mist, but a static buzzing sound, that's out of the ordinary.

Suddenly, in a second, I saw a blue fireball coming at us, and I could feel Clark attempt to move, but with a moment to look at his face, I knew that we were in danger, and I whimpered in fright, clutching Clark's sweater, and I felt Clark hold me closer, tighter as the blue fireball hit us. I screamed in pain, darkness welcoming me, and then I knew nothing.

-Minutes ago- (Annabelle's P.O.V.)

I hummed a tune as I read my book, lounging back on the recliner when I heard a sound, seeming like it's outside. I bookmarked my book, getting out as I silently sighed, and I froze, remembering Mom's stern words, and I headed to the windows behind the TV, locking the latches, locking the front door, and heading over to the back door, opening it up curiously to take a peek, technically staying inside as my head was only outside.

Seeing nothing, I shook my head, locking it up as I plan to stay up, waiting for Mom and Clark to return with a knock later, when a voice chuckled lowly, chilling my blood, "You shouldn't have done that, kid.". I turned around to see a man leering evilly at me, the steel ice of his eyes sent a shiver down my spine as he was covered in a ski mask.

I dodged, ducking as he blocked every turn I attempt, and he laughed, "What you gonna do now, shorty?". I grimaced softly, realizing there's one last thing I haven't done yet, and when I gestured to move again, he blocked me, closer this time, and I could smell the stink of his breath, and I took a breath, and kicked that spot that men was so protective about.

Running for my life as I heard the high-pitched groan of pain, I made it to the stairs, ran up, looking furiously for my dog whistle. Clark gave it to me, replying that he can hear things that humans cannot, including the frequency that dog whistles give. I found it just as I heard the man shout, his loud steps stomping up the stairs, "You'll pay for that, brat of a bitch!".

I blew hard as I could, scarcely making it until the man's hands grabbed my neck, lifting me up, and I silently screamed as it hurt, tears falling. The man chuckled lowly, "Can't scream, huh? Well, let's see if you can scream then as I throw you over the railing!".

I flailed my arms and legs as far as I could, hitting a few times upon the man as he turned around, moving forward as I knew we were facing the railing in a minute, and I prayed that Clark is coming right now, and I exhaled silently, determination filling me as I bit into his right hand, hearing him yell, "Damn you, bitch!".

Before I knew it, he threw me over the railing, and I could barely breathe as I half-attempted to reach the bottom of the railing, but I couldn't, and I heard static, the kind that happens on TV sometimes, then I felt pain, blacking out.

The blue fireball that just took Clark and Patricia crashed through a window of the Chamorro House, alighting everything on fire, and taking Annabelle as well, before it burned the would-be burglar, leaving him dead, and within the fire alarms blaring, Chatsworth soon found that any evidence of humans were long destroyed when they reached the burning house.

Yet did they know was that the family including their guest is actually alive in another world, in another place, but separated by distance. The blue fireball wasn't seen anymore, or taking any more people for it had vaporized.