Kent Farm, Dusk.
Inside of the kitchen Clark is washing the dishes, cleaning the dinner off of the plates. Behind him his parents are talking, about the day, about the beginning of the school year, and all of that.
Martha:
How was school today Clark?
Clark:
(muffled)
Fine.
Jonathan:
You don't sound that great, son. What's wrong?
Clark:
Nothing, Pa. I'm fine. Just a new year that's all…
Martha stands from the table, and walks over to the sink, taking some plates in her hands and helping Clark clean them. Even at sixteen Clark practically towers over his Mother, who wears her age well.
Martha:
Something going on with Lana? You two fight again? I saw her car in the driveway when I got home.
Clark:
Lana and I are fine.
Martha:
(sighs)
Alright, don't talk to me. But I'll find out eventually.
Clark:
(frustrated)
I want to know why I can do this…
Clark sets his plate down and puts his hand in the running garbage disposal, which makes a horrible noise like it is hitting metal. Martha drops the plate, which shatters unto the floor, and Clark pulls his hand out. There is no sign of damage, not even a tiny cut. Martha stares at her son, before looking from him to Jonathan, back to Clark. After a long moment, in which Clark ends by leaning down and picking up the glass that's around his Mother's feet, the silence is broken.
Jonathan:
Martha, I think it's time we tell him what we found the day he landed here.