Oliver left the watch tower around one that morning. Chloe had asked to stay the night there since Bruce was out of town and she didn't want to make that flight all the way home that late. She laid on the white sofa staring at the moon light drifting through the stain glass window. Her life seemed so different now. It almost made her sad. All she had been through as a teenager in Smallville seemed like it was in vain now. Like there was no rhyme or reason to all the pain that she had endured all of those years. 'If only her dad had moved them to Gotham City instead.' She thought to herself. She and Bruce would have probably been married with two kids and one on the way. She laughed at the thought of herself being pregnant.
"Okay, Clark." She said sitting up on the edge of the sofa. "I'm here to help you. So tell me how."
The night was still filled with silence. When she wanted him to show up, he didn't. Typical Clark. She walked over to the computer monitor, looking over every possible angle of where Clark had disappeared. Part of her thought that Clark went MIA on his own. That maybe he was hiding somewhere just to ruin her happiness. For crying out loud, he had visited her several times, so he wasn't hurt.
She sat down at the desk, leaning back in the swivel chair. She couldn't shake the idea that something was peculiar about the way Clark would just come and go like a ghost, almost. She pondered on how he looked. His eyes empty, his face pale, and there was no expressions. It was like someone projecting an image of him in front of her.
Chloe stood to her feet, knocking the swivel chair against the wall. "Jor-el." She grabbed her purse and hurried out of the tower. This was all making sense now and Chloe needed answers so she could find Clark before it was too late.
NOTE:
Once again I apologize for this being short. I am at work and don't have much time.