Scott's heart raced as he sped down the road. "Please don't let me be too late." He said aloud to himself. With that thought he pushed on the gas harder. He would have called to warn them, but the communicator had not been replaced in the car yet. Stupid, he should have remembered to prepare.

He kicked himself for not going on the offensive immediately when he saw Clark. He wouldn't make that mistake again. The next time he saw him he was just going to blast the ring off his finger.

Lana stood at the table at the Kent's farm. She had been there since the break of dawn along with Chloe, Mrs. Ross and of course Mrs. Kent. Lana could feel the uneasiness coming from Chloe. She was sure it had something to do with the articles she had of Clark. Chloe at first didn't want to come to the Kent's farm, but Lana had finally convinced her to come. Chloe had been quiet the whole time not saying a word. Which was unusual for Chloe.

There were boxes of fliers with Clark and Pete's faces printed on them. They had worked for hours getting the papers ready and then printing the amount they had. The Sheriff told them that the next thing they could do would be to put fliers up all over town and in neighboring towns and cities. And pray that someone has seen them.

"Thanks again everyone for helping us put this together." Mrs. Kent said. Lana could see she hadn't slept for days.

"There is no need to thank us. We wanted to do this." Chloe said as she grabbed the next stack of fliers from the printer.

"Now the hard part is getting these out there," Mrs. Ross said as she grabbed a staple gun and a box of fliers. "My family can start putting them up in town." She looked just as bad as Mrs. Kent, Lana noted. Mrs. Ross walked out the door.

Chloe quickly grabbed a staple gun and box and headed for the door. "I'll take Metropolis."

"Chloe, you can't do Metropolis by yourself." Mrs. Kent said, but it was too late Chloe's car engine was already started and she was heading down the road.

"I guess that leaves us." Lana said. "Thing is, I don't have a car."

"We can go together." Mrs. Kent said as she grabbed the keys for the truck.

Lana took her cue and grabbed a staple gun and box of fliers. She followed Mrs. Kent to the truck and got in the passenger seat.

"We'll take the road that Jonathan said Clark had followed." Then Martha turned on the engine. They drove down the road for a while in silence before she spoke again. "Is there something going on between you and Chloe? I noticed the two of you haven't said a word to each other."

Lana knew what the answer was, but how could she tell her that Chloe was investigating Clark?

Jonathan watched all the vehicles leave as he stood out in the field. He was thankful that Martha now had a project to work on. He wanted to be out there hanging fliers with them, but with Clark gone he had a lot more work that needed to be done on the farm. He would much rather have been looking for Clark, but Martha convinced him that he could help by keeping the farm going so that Clark would have a home to return to.

Chloe had to get out of the house. When she saw Mr. and Mrs. Kent's faces she knew she had made a mistake. She never should have accepted Lionel Luther's offer, but being near Lana also keep her blood boiling in contempt and renewed her bitterness toward Clark.

She drove down the road to Metropolis. Something in her gut told her that would be where Clark would go. She just knew it and if she found Clark maybe he would see how much she cared for him and he would forget about Lana. Yeah, right!

Pete watched Clark, he could see the anger in his eyes. Then he looked at Rogue's face, it was pail with fear. He wanted to do something to help his old and his new friend, "Clark, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like Pete? I'm taking over." Clark said with a sneer.

Pete heard something in Clark's voice he thought he would never hear- malignant hatred. "Clark man, this isn't you. Why are you doing this?"

"Why shouldn't I?" Clark yelled angrily then his voice turned cold. "I have no one."

"What are you talking about? You have-"

"You have no idea what it is, to live like me. To be the only one left-" Clark stopped. Pete was surprised that Clark had nearly given up the last of his secret.

Then he saw as pain and surprise flicked across Clark's face.

Logan burst through the doors and was across the grounds in seconds. By the time he was to Rogue she already had Clark in her grip. Silently he encouraged her to suck him dry. He threatened his family, the boy deserves death.

Rogue was scared to death. She felt the strong arms wrapped around her. She had witnessed the strength of this boy and didn't want to be on the receiving end of it. Then she felt energy flowing into her. She noticed that the boy had grabbed her where her arms weren't covered. Thank goodness for small favors.

She had never felt anything like this before. She could feel her strength building. Energy was racing through her body, she could feel everything. Then she felt as the arms wrapped around her started to weaken.

She saw Bobby take a step forward. "Bobby, no!" She didn't want to accidentally hurt him. Clark's grip loosened, she grabbed an arm and turned around to look at the his face. She saw fear as he tried futilely to free himself with his other hand, but she could feel that every second she became stronger and he became weaker. He tried to free himself again, but she tightened her grip. She started to see a bright yellow almost white light, of energy flowing into her. The boy finally fell to one knee. Alarm was etched into his face. Then all at once it happened.

The memories started to flash through her mind in sense-surround. She could smell, feel and hear them, his memories were now hers. They were so quick she couldn't make any sense of them. Pete and a blonde girl, Chloe, laughing. His mom and dad hugging him, a space ship exploding. Then memory after memory of him helping people, trying to fix it all. She knew he thought it all was his fault.

She heard a rasping breath and now realized that Clark was laying on the ground, unconscious. "Stop it, you're killing him!" She heard Pete yell. She let go and stood up. She watched as Pete kneeled down by Clark and removed the class ring with red kryptonite in it. She now knew everything about Clark.

She didn't want to see Bobby's face. She was a monster. She ran to her room, she ran so fast it was as if time had stopped it was a strange feeling. She fell on the bed and curled into a ball bursting into tears.

Jonathan came in from the field to find Martha sitting in Clark's loft. He could tell she had been crying, but she was trying to hide it. He sat down and put his arm around her. She leaned over and lay her head on his shoulder. He knew he must stink to high heaven, but he also knew that over the years she didn't care about the smell nearly as much as he thought she did.

"Did we do something wrong? Is it our fault he left?"

"I don't know Martha, I don't know." He kissed the top of her head. "We'll find him. Then he will come home to us."

"What if he doesn't want to be found?"

She asked the right question, the same one that had been plaguing him from the beginning. He knew it was his fault. He had yelled at Clark right after the accident when his anger was at its peak. He had regretted those harsh words every day since. He gave her a tight squeeze. "We'll find him."

They sat in the loft together until sunset.

There was nothing, the best way Clark could describe it was there was nothing. There was no up, down, forward, nor backward. Nothing above nor below, no light nor dark. He could feel nothing. Sense nothing. He tried to run, but went nowhere. Tried to breath, but there was nothing to breath. He tried to yell, but no sound came from his mouth.

Time didn't exist. It was eternity and it was just moments. Then a thought crossed Clark.

Is this death? Am I in hell?