(Clark's P.O.V.)

I groaned lightly, coming to as I heard Patricia urging me to wake up, shaking me roughly, and I opened my eyes weakly, blinking as I clearly see a reddish-orange sky, and of course, with a red sun as well. "Damn. Looks like Time wouldn't let me go home without being here in the first place.", I muttered lowly as I steadily got up.

"What do you mean by that, Clark?". Patricia was right next to me, helping me up as she knew that the red sun is one of my weaknesses, steadily zapping my powers out. I sighed lightly, "I saw the whole first season of my home, of the Justice League, including this one. I couldn't dare to see the rest as Time clearly could be finicky.".

Patricia widened her eyes, a glimmer of recognizance as she looked around. "Crap, you're right. The cars are here. Wait, from the look of those mesas in the distance, we are in the southwest. And if that wasn't a fireball, it would have been one of the beams from Toyman's machine, right?".

I widened my eyes as I remembered the last moments before the beam-fireball hit me and Patricia. "Annabelle. She blew her dog whistle, I saw that there was a man going to grab her, a burglar...we didn't reach her...we were literally three miles out of Chatsworth when we were hit, and then bought here.".

Patricia gasped, tears falling as she covered her mouth, "No, no! Not Annabelle! She cannot be dead, not my daughter!". I caught her as she collapsed, sobbing as I held her tightly. I wished I had my super-senses back, but I thought that neither that we had left her back in Patricia's world or she had been bought here by the same beam-fireball, yet she is a normal-being. I survived barely two times, and I was relieved that Patricia was alive as I protected her.

I whispered softly as I held Patricia, her sobs breaking my heart, "Patricia, I am so sorry. I wish I could find her, but I couldn't...Shit, right now, I am normal as a human...I don't have my powers right now..". Patricia slowed down her sobs, hiccups mixing in here and there as she looked up at me, "You swore twice.".

I blinked, "Did I? Don't tell Ma, okay?". Patricia weakly chuckled, "No matter what, you always are able to liven up any situation. Okay, okay, maybe Vandal Savage would have found Annabelle if she is bought here, to a different place. I mean, we weren't all together.". She seemed to pull herself together after she spoke that, and I nodded in agreement.

"Then we cannot waste any more time. I know I took the convertible when I saw this episode back at the house, but I think we should take the compact instead.". I spoke thoughtfully, and Patricia nodded, "Then let's split chores. You chug the gas while I dig for any food, drinks, stuff we could have and need on the trip. And you know, I vaguely remember the episode too. You grew a beard if I wasn't mistaken.".

"Rather be clean-shaved than that beard. Honestly, I never imagined growing a beard, and for months, I presume.". I rolled my eyes lightly as I sighed softly, and Patricia patted my shoulder, "All the same, we should get started, and maybe by midnight or so, we would be off sooner.".

I nodded lightly, heading off to find the gas can holders, hearing Patricia walk off. For hours, we worked hard to make a sense of civilization for ourselves, and I admit that it was quite strange to be normal-like, through I knew that I have to make the most of it, and Patricia seems motivated which is good. Like with my JL earpiece, there's static from the radio, so it's truly a post-apocalyptic future that I partly caused with my 'death', and Vandal Savage's actions.

I cannot imagine what all the people had seen before they had died. My friends, my family, everyone I cared for, they fought to survive, but in the end... But now I am here, and I can stop it all before happening. And I am not alone, for Patricia is with me, and of course, Vandal's out there in the ruins of Metropolis, and Annabelle, who knows where she is?

I was soon pacified by our complete work, and starting up the compact car, we set off, prepared and half-expecting, half-wondering of what's out there. Patricia miraculously found a couple of cds from one of the wrecked cars, and she wasn't even scratched either! Not a moment later, the first song of the Rolling Stones' album began, with Patricia asking a question.

"Where's Annabelle?". I mused out loud, "The canyons, the mountains, the jungle. She could be anywhere.". Patricia sighed, "I was afraid of that.". I hugged her warmly with one hand as I drove the wheel with the other, comforting her, "Annabelle is a smart girl. She can make it to Metropolis, after all, she is a determined kid. Heck, she would be there first before us. Can you imagine her welcoming us?".

Patricia chuckled, "I hope you're right. Annabelle can be full of surprises. We just need to focus on getting there, right?". I nodded with a smile, "Right.". I hope Anna's taking rest in a safe place.