Clark bumped into this police officer and then when he looked at his slightly wavy dark brown hair and his face, he stood back shocked: he recognized him. This guy was the same guy who met before in an alternate universe: a world where Clark didn't exist. He was engaged to Chloe.
Clark figured that Chloe's paths only crossed this guy in a world where she never met Cark. He couldn't believe it. Here this guy was in all of his glory. He was the man that made Chloe so happy; in another world.
"Hey sorry man."
Clark stood there shocked and then said,
"Oh, yeah, me too. I'm sorry."
The guy looked perplexed and then said, "Well, I guess I better be going."
Then Clark remembered the reason why he was here: Chloe.
"Oh, I was wondering if you could help me out. I'm looking for a police Officer named George Dean. He was a guard, guarding a friend of mine."
"Chloe, you're friend's Chloe."
"Yeah, so do you know…"
"I'm George Dean."
"Oh." Clark said, some how, not surprised. It made perfect sense how Chloe would end up saving a guy who in another world she ended up being engaged to.
Then Clark gave him his hand. They firmly shook hands.
"Nice to meet you, George. I'm Clark Kent. A friend of Chloe's I heard what I happened and was worried."
"You did?" George asked cautiously, looking a little frightened.
"Yeah, I heard that Chloe got arrested and that she escaped. You were there. I was wondering if you could tell me what happened."
"Oh, I'm sorry man. I wish I could tell you but I can't. I was knocked out."
"Oh, so did you see who…"
"No." George said too quickly.
Then he continued a little more relaxed, "The truck swerved and I got knocked out."
Clark searched George's face, he seemed really nervous. Then he noticed he had one hand nervously fiddling in his pocket. Clark used his x-ray vision and saw him fiddling with a used bloody bullet. This George guy was obviously lying. He was lying for Chloe.
"Oh, well thanks anyway man." Clark said.
"Yeah, well, I'm sorry I couldn't help. If I hear anything I'll you know."
George said in a professional voice.
Clark was about to leave and then George said with a hint of vulnerability and fear in his voice, "Clark?"
"Yeah."
"Chloe seemed like a really good person. I hope she's ok."
"Thanks." Clark said, "Me too."
Clark wanted to tell me more to this guy. He obviously was really scared for Chloe. He must have seen her pass out or maybe he just put two and two together when he woke up and found the evidence that he got shot but was miraculously healed. Either way George looked frightened. Clark wished he could tell him that Chloe was ok. He wished he could bring him to Chloe. He just wanted to see that huge smile on Chloe's face again. The smile that told him she was truly and blissfully happy, without any burdens. But that was impossible. It probably wasn't the smartest thing to do in the world to tell a cop in the police department the location of a fugitive.
So Clark left the building feeling guilty. If he hadn't asked Chloe to look at those satellite images she would be free by now. He knew he probably would be dead if she didn't so he did the right thing and so did she but…it just felt so empty: like he was doomed to sacrifice his friend's happiness forever. He hated that Chloe had sacrificed so much for him. Her career, her love life, and now her freedom were sacrificed.