Lois checked her watch and drew in a breath. In exactly five minutes, it would be half past seven, and Clark would be late. She was already prepared to let him have it if this was just another set up. Though this time it wouldn't entirely be his fault. She should know better than to fall for his silly jokes, at least she thought that she would have after the first time. Oh, but this time was different. If he pulled the same game again, she would-

"Hey, Lois! Seven-thirty, right?"

Clark's voice pulled her away from her thoughts and she looked up to see him standing before her, clad in his casual red jacket, blue t-shirt and jeans; the classic farm boy look.

"Gotta admit, Smallville, I wasn't expecting you to show up."

"Ouch!" Clark yelped, smacking his fist into his heart and feigning injury. "I told you it wasn't gonna happen again, and I kept my word."

"What, did you expect a medal?" She questioned jokingly.

"Nope. Just a little slack." He grinned. "So, where do you want to go?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"I did bring the truck, perhaps we could get a bite to eat and go to the drive-in?" He suggested.

"Sounds like fun, but what's on?"

"Nothing special, just Dirty Dancing." He shrugged.

"Ugh! Really?"

"We don't have to go if you don't want to, I just don't know what else to do in this town."

"No, the drive-in is fine." She said with a smile. "A cheesy movie night with you does sound good, after all."

Clark grinned a Cheshire cat grin and held out his hand for her to take as she got up from where she was sitting. She hesitated briefly, then took his hand and allowed him to lead her out to the truck.

The Drive-In…

"Damn! Swayze has moves." Lois commented.

Clark tore his eyes away from her and looked through the windshield at the large screen that the movie was playing on. Swayze and Grey were in the lake, learning a dance routine. In his opinion, the movie was nothing but a steaming pile of cheese, but if it meant getting to spend time with Lois at last, then he would endure it. Though he had to say something before she swooned too hard over Swayze and fainted.

"Yeah, but I'll bet a thousand other dancers could easily do that routine." He piped up.

"Do you think so?" She giggled curiously.

"Yep. Why? What are your thoughts?" He inquired as he sipped on his cola.

"My thoughts?" She raised an eyebrow, amused by the direction of their conversation. "I think you're just looking for a way to water down Swayze's talent because he's hot, and you're worried that he's gonna steal your show tonight, Smallville."

"You think I'm jealous of Swayze?" He choked, causing his drink to dribble down his chin.

Lois laughed harder, grabbing a napkin from the pile on the dashboard and wiped the sticky cola from his face. As she withdrew her hand, grabbed hold of her wrist gently and took the dirty napkin, discarding it and placing her hand back on his face.

"Clark?" She questioned, the smile still on her face.

"I…" He began, but before he could finish, Lois brought her other hand up, splashing his face in gooey nacho cheese.

Clark closed his eyes as it dripped from his face, completely shell-shocked by her sudden move. He couldn't bring himself to get mad as her laughter increased.

"Ah, so you wanna play that game, huh?" He teased, picking up his box of pick n mix and wiggling his eyebrows.

"Oh no!" She laughed and pulled the handle for the truck door, removing herself from the vehicle in haste.

Clark pulled the handle of his side and followed her out of the truck. He walked over to the side of the hood, and Lois shuffled further towards the door on the other side. Despite the shield the truck provided, Clark grabbed a handful of different sweets and threw them in her direction and grinned in delight when she squealed about the sugar in her hair. Clark grabbed the miniature spray cheese from inside the box, and ran around to the passenger side, spraying her with cheese before she could move.

"It is on, Smallville!" She teased.

He couldn't hold back his laugh at her empty threat. With a roll of his eyes, as she attempted to run away, he caught her and pulled her back. She responded to this move by wiping some of the spray cheese from her jacket and rubbing it into his hair.

"I surrender!" He squeaked, squinting his eyes as he felt the cheese on his face beginning to dry.

"That was too easy." She pouted.

Clark's laughter faded, but his smile remained. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and swallowed back the nerves that had suddenly decided to surface.

"You okay?" She asked, sensing the change.

"Yeah. Never better." He beamed.

"I'm waiting, Clark." She hinted.

"Waiting for spray cheese?" He frowned in confusion.

"No, silly." She scoffed. "I made the first move yesterday… now it's your turn."

At last, it dawned on him what she was getting at, and he froze. The thumping of his heart only increased and no intelligible thoughts came to mind, even as he willed them to. Instead he stood in front of her, with a dopey smile on his face, trying to keep his nerves from making him shake. The longer he stared at her, the more his thoughts clouded over. Her twinkling green eyes were wide and her smile was ear to ear despite the cheese that covered her person.

"Unless I read this wrong…" She added after a moment. "Please, say something."

"I… I like… spray cheese." He stammered, unaware of what he was saying.

"What?" She laughed. "Clark, are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm cheese… uh, I mean I'm good." As his thoughts began to return to him, he cleared his throat and forced away the embarrassment he felt creeping up on him.

He flashed a smile as Lois continued to laugh. It was a strange, foreign feeling that had taken over him in the last few minutes. He'd never felt anything like it before, not even through all the years he had spent tripping over Lana, not when Alicia had tried to rip his clothes off, not ever. This feeling was new, but it was one that he already knew that he didn't want to pass.

"I'm sorry, Lois. That was really weird, I know. I just didn't quite know how to-"

"Shut up and kiss me, Smallville."

Clark didn't bother to try and finish his sentence. Instead, he wiggled his eyebrows and smirked. "Is that an order?"

"Yes! Being the daughter of a General has its perks." She grinned. "That's an order."

With no further words left to say, he stepped forward, closing the gap between them, and brought his hand up to her face before bringing his lips down on hers. She tilted her head slightly to avoid their noses having a dance, and placed her hands on his shoulders.

The strange feeling that Clark had before intensified as though someone had turned the dial up by a thousand, and he found himself not wanting to pull away. He did anyway, as the lack of breathing started to catch up to them.

"How was that?" He asked teasingly.

"Not bad, Smallville. Not bad at all for a farm boy." She answered. "Wanna go again?"

Clark chuckled, rolling his eyes at her farm boy comment, and leaned in once again.

Hurrying down the porch steps, Peter ran and caught up quickly with Jonathan before the latter could disappear further out onto the farm.

"Sorry, Mr Kent. I don't wish to disturb your chores, but I was wondering how the car is coming along?" He inquired.

Jonathan turned around and flashed his friendly smile. "Well, the engine is still fried and the parts haven't arrived yet, so I don't think it'll be good for another couple of weeks." He explained. "I know I said that I might have it done by the end of this week, but upon inspection it's just not possible. You're welcome to stay here on the farm for as long as needed though."

"Thanks, Mr Kent." Peter nodded. "We really appreciate you helping us out like this."

"It's no big deal, and you can drop the Mr Kent, Peter. It's Jonathan."

"Right." He agreed. "Need a hand here?"

"I've got it covered, but thanks for the offer. Now, go have some fun. I'm sure you can find something to do around here."

"Oh, if you're sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure." Jonathan concluded.

Leaving the man to his chores, Peter headed back towards the front porch, where Gwen was now standing, looking out over the endless array of yellow corn fields and green grass covered meadows.

"Looks like we're gonna be here a little while longer." He started.

"Oh." She mouthed.

Peter frowned, and leaned back against one of the wooden pillars that held the roof over the porch, sensing a weird mood from her.

"Don't tell me that you're still mad at me." He sighed.

"I'm not."

"Is there something up?" He pressed.

Gwen bit her lip, and adjusted herself so that she was facing him. She didn't want to argue, but she didn't know how to go about saying what it was that she wanted to.

"No." She answered finally. "But I don't like how you've been running off to face Mysterio alone with Clark. I know you're not going to allow it because you never do, but I want to help."

"I thought we put this subject to rest back in New York, Gwen." He groaned.

"You put it to rest. We didn't reach a compromise because we were too busy arguing about it." She corrected him.

"Because it's not safe for you!"

"Well, it's not safe for you either. Just because you have these abilities to sling webs and sense danger, it doesn't make you invincible, Peter!"

"Need I remind you that you could have died the last time you were in the same room as Mysterio?"

"I don't wanna argue with you." She said softly. "We've done a little too much of that lately."

"Gwen-"

"No, don't try to drop the subject." She cut in. "You've been treating me like I'm fragile, like I'll break if I take even the slightest knock, and I want it to stop. I appreciate that you're trying to protect me, and I love you for that, but I'm not made of glass. Maybe you don't want me involved when it comes to fighting, and I'm fine with that, but to shut me out of it entirely is something I am not okay with, and you shouldn't be either."

"Okay, I'm not trying to shut you out." He denied. "I just don't know how to find a balance."

"Then let's find it together."

Clark laughed as he broke the kiss, and leaned back into the driver's seat. Lois opened her eyes and locked them on his, and for the first time he noticed the warm glow that had appeared on her cheeks.

"As much as I'm enjoying this, should we not be watching the movie?" He asked, nodding towards the screen.

Lois glanced briefly at the screen and turned her attention back to him. "Nah, Swayze can wait."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah." She confirmed. "I think I'd rather be sitting in this truck, covered in nacho cheese and kissing you."

"Hmm, I think that could be arranged." He grinned, and leaned in for another kiss.

A tap on the window made him pull away abruptly, and both he and Lois looked outside to see Lana standing beside the truck. Clark's mouth opened, and he turned back to Lois with worried eyes.

"I had no idea she was gonna be here, I swear." He panicked.

"Hey!" She said, grabbing his face. "I know, okay. But you do need to sort this out with her."

"But I don't wanna be out there with her. I wanna stay here with you." He protested.

"I know, but just go and talk to her. Do what you need. I'll be right here when you're done."

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Yes."

"Okay." He sighed, and begrudgingly stepped out of the truck, not bothering to smile back as Lana smiled at him. "What do you want?"

"I know we said we would talk tonight, but I was just here and I saw the truck, I thought we might as well get it out the way."

"Yeah." He agreed flatly. "We need to let each other go."

"What?" She frowned. "But, Clark, I-"

"No more getting high only to be let down." He cut in. "I just… I don't love you, Lana. At least, not anymore."

"What? When did that happen?"

"I'm not sure when, I was so sure that you were as good as it gets for me… but now I know better, and I'll always be there for you, but I can't be with you." He explained. "And I don't want to be."

"Oh." She muttered. "Okay."

"Time for us both to move on and stop hurting one another." He added. "I'm here on a date with Lois."

"Lois?" She raised an eyebrow. "To spite me after everything?"

"No. Because I feel something for her." He corrected her.

"I see." She swallowed. "So, after everything we've been through, you're just gonna give up on us?"

"It's not like that, Lana. Can't you see how bad we are for each other?" He fired back. "All we ever seem to do is hurt each other, and I just… I can't do that anymore."

"Yeah, I caught that." She attempted a smile. "See you around, Clark."

"See you." He responded blankly as she turned on her heel.

Clark lingered for a second and then opened the truck door and jumped back in. He turned his attention to Lois, not quite sure what to say.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"Yeah."

"Heartbroken?" She prompted.

"Mmm… no." He answered, and his grin returned to his face. "Why would I be? The object of my affection is sitting next to me right now."

"Huh, I wonder who that could be." She said jokingly.

"Looks like the movie finished." He stated, pointing towards the screen. "We should head back to the farm."

"Awe, really?" She pouted. "I was kinda enjoying our night."

"You were?"

"I would have left you here by now if I wasn't, Smallville."

"Then I guess we don't have to go back to the farm just yet…"

"What are you thinking?" She inquired, suspicious of the look on his face.

"We could always stay here a while longer, wait until the stars come out." He suggested.

"Stars?" She repeated. "What's your fascination with them?"

"I don't know, I guess that whenever I look up and I see them, I don't feel so alone."

Lois smiled. Not a toothy grin or a scheming smirk. But a genuine smile. She had spent a long time teasing Clark for his farm boy appearance, but she was now enjoying the parts of him beneath it that he'd never let her see before.

"In that case, stars are great." She agreed.

"GET OUT OF HERE!"

Jonathan's frantic voice traveled across the farm, and Peter's head snapped up. He looked at Gwen, who was also wide-eyed, and then darted over to the barn where he had seen Jonathan go only moments ago. Gwen lingered for a second before following in his steps.

Peter skidded to an abrupt stop, inches away from crashing into Jonathan's back. All questions were answered when he saw Mysterio across the barn in front of them.

"Mr Kent, is this guy bothering you?"

"He showed up here looking for Clark, I told him to get lost and he threatened my family."

Feeling guilty, Peter sighed, licked his lips and stepped in front of Jonathan. "What do you want with Clark? It's me that you're after, so leave the Kents out of this!"

"Wait, you know this guy?"

"Unfortunately, yes." Peter answered. "You should go back in the house, stay there until I come to you. He may not look like much, but trust me, he's dangerous."

Jonathan considered this for a second, glanced back and forth between Peter and Mysterio, then turned and walked out of the barn.

"That goes for you too, Gwen."

"No." She refused.

"It wasn't a question."

"Good, because you wouldn't like my answer."

"I'm not playing around!" He snapped.

"Neither am I!"

Peter grit his teeth and refocused on the problem at hand. His shoulders tensed as Mysterio advanced towards him, ready to fight if needed.

"I'm willing to make you a deal; Clark Kent in exchange for your freedom."

"What?" He questioned in astonishment.

"If you give me all you know on Clark, you and your little girlfriend are free to go."

"Free?" Peter quizzed.

"As a bird." Mysterio insisted.

Gwen, seeing through him right away, shook her head. She could tell from the absent look in Peter's eyes that he was thinking about it already.

"Peter, no… not only is he bluffing, but you can't do that after the kindness Clark and his family have shown us."

"But we could be free, Gwen…"

"No. We can't. I would rather die than be free at the cost of someone else's life." She reasoned. "And who's to say he won't come back for us once he's through with Clark."

"Don't listen to her, Peter." Mysterio cut in. She's planting doubt that you do not need."

"No, he's getting inside your head, Peter."

"I've had enough of you!" Mysterio growled, raising his hand.

Gwen flinched and stepped back, but refused to back down. "Peter, come on…. I know what's in your heart, and so do you!"

Peter froze and tore his eyes away from Mysterio, turning his attention to Gwen. She stared back at him with a pleading expression that he hadn't seen before, and he felt his chest begin to tighten. He wanted nothing more than to be free with her, but deep down he knew that she was right. There was no way he could do that to Clark, and even if he did, it wouldn't guarantee freedom.

"I'm sorry…" He began, and Gwen drew in a breath. "But I can't do that."

Mysterio seemed not to react at first, then his face twisted in anger and a maniacal laughter erupted from him. Peter pushed Gwen back behind him, but before he could make a move, the familiar grey smoke was whirling around him like a tornado. He knew what was coming, yet none of his powers gave him the strength he needed to be able to see through the fog. It had been only seconds and he was already getting dizzy. He could hear Gwen calling his name, but it didn't sound like she was standing next to him.

As the smoke disappeared, he was left standing in front of a house on the medium scale, with a garden bursting with life from the flowers, surrounded by a white picket fence.

Peter put one foot in front of the other and walked up to the door as though some invisible force was pulling him there. He reached for the handle, paused and then retracted his hand as he felt a presence behind him.

"Go on, Peter… open it. You'll see incredible things inside."

"U- Uncle Ben?" He trembled.

He hadn't meant for his voice to break, and cleared his throat to cover it up and prevent it from happening again. He slowly turned around, and let out a shaky breath as he saw Ben smiling back at him.

"Hello, Peter…"

"No, this- this can't be real." He shook his head.

"Maybe. Maybe not."

"What is this?"

"Oh, well I'm just here to show you what could be if you would only think logically and accept that deal you were offered."

"What do you mean, what could be?"

"How your life will look if you rethink your decision." Ben explained. "Kinda like a tour."

"But I-"

"Hush, Peter, and open the door."

Peter wanted to protest, but no such words came to mind and instead, he reached for the door handle once more. This time, he didn't pull away, and pushed it down, causing the door to swing open wide. His mouth opened partly, ready to speak, but Ben's hand on his back ushered him forward and all voices of logic and reason flew out the window. He continued walking down the hallway; a narrow passage with walls painted violet, a coat hook clinging onto one area, and several framed photos aligning the rest. The hallway gave way to a kitchen twice the size of the one in aunt May's house, with a fridge-freezer standing tall at the end of a unit with several cupboards, a sink that aligned with the window, overlooking a beautiful garden filled with flowers, the oven on the other side in between two separate counters and a wooden dining table complete with four chairs in the center of the room.

"I don't understand…" He muttered.

"Shhh…" Ben hushed him, towards another door that led onto the room.

He turned his attention back to the kitchen, not bothering to ask any questions, and it finally dawned on him what he was seeing when Gwen came through the door that Ben was pointing to. Without hesitating, he attempted to walk over to her only for Ben to grab his arm and pull him back.

"She can't see you, Peter."

"What?" He frowned.

"Focus."

Uncertainty crept up on him and he shuddered as he forced himself to look back at Gwen. She looked the same; shining blonde hair falling down around her back and shoulders, warm smile and roses cheeks, just the same as he always saw her. But something felt off, though he couldn't begin to even think of what.

"Peter, could you come and give me a hand with this washing?" She called out as she approached the sink.

A frown tugged at Peter's eyebrows, but his jaw hit the floor when he saw himself come through the same door that Gwen had entered through only seconds ago. He watched on in shock as the other Peter strode casually across the room and wrapped his arms around her from behind. Her smile widened and she leaned back against his chest, tilting her head upwards as he landed a kiss on her lips.

"Actually, there's something I want to do…"

"Oh?" She questioned, turning around so that they were face to face.

"But not here. Upstairs in the bedroom." He added.

"Peter…" She smirked. "Now is not the time-"

"Not that!" He cut in, chuckling at her assumption. "Something nice."

Gwen said no more and allowed the other Peter to take her hand and lead her upstairs. As they disappeared towards the stairs, Peter turned to Ben, ready to ask several questions, but remaining quiet as he simply gestured for him to follow them. Though his thoughts were bugging him not to, he turned and walked back through the hall and then began climbing the stairs. Without thinking about how he knew, he stopped at one room in particular and took note of Gwen standing in the middle of the room, while the other Peter fumbled around in a chest of drawers.

"One moment. I'm sorry, Gwen. I seem to have misplaced what I brought you up here for."

"Do you want me to help you find it?" She offered.

"No!" He snapped. "I mean, no thanks."

"Okay."

After rummaging through two other drawers, the other Peter slammed the top one shut and cursed. Peter's eyes widened as he found it hard to believe that he'd get frustrated that easily, but thinking back over the mood he'd been in throughout the past few days, it wasn't totally unbelievable. Only two things could make him act like that, one was panic and the other was nerves. He saw no reason for either of those here in this moment he was watching.

The other Peter leaned against the top of the drawers and appeared to be thinking deeply. Less than seconds later, he straightened himself up and snapped his fingers as a look of realization flashed across his face.

"Of course!" He cheered. "I'm silly." He added with a laugh as he reached inside his pocket.

"Peter, what are you-" She began to question before he stopped her.

"Don't ask any questions, please." He cut in. "Now, close your eyes."

Gwen nodded and closed her eyes as per his request. Peter watched as the other one smiled, pulled his hand from his pocket and knelt down in front of her. In that instant, everything began to piece together and he finally understood what he was seeing.

"Okay, you can open them now."

As she opened her eyes, they drifted down to where the other Peter was knelt on the floor and her mouth dropped.

"Wait-"

"Marry me, Gwen?" He asked, with a hopeful glint in his eyes and a smile on his face as he offered out a ring.

"Oh, so that's what this is…" She began.

Peter could feel his own heart pounding in his chest as he watched the other one's smile waver. He found his focus remaining on Gwen though, taking in every little sign of how she was feeling.

"Is that a no?"

"No. I mean… it's not a no, but are you sure about this?" She questioned. "We've never discussed this before, and I don't want you to think that it's necessary just because we're not in high-school anymore."

"Gwen, I assure you, I've never been more sure of anything in my life than I am of the fact that this is what I want… you are what I want, and I want to make it forever." He said in confidence. "What do you say?"

"... Yes."

"Yes?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yes." She confirmed.

With that, the other Peter got up from the floor and slid the ring onto her finger before pulling her into his arms. Peter turned back to Ben with a questioning look.

"I don't understand… she said yes. Seems great to me." He shrugged.

"Oh yes… now, look at what would happen if you choose to have Mysterio forever hunting you."

"What?" He questioned.

Ben clapped his hands and suddenly the room changed. The bedroom was still the same, but the atmosphere was vastly different from before. Once again, Gwen was standing in the middle of the room and the other Peter was rummaging through the same drawers. The same abrasive behaviour from before had him feeling almost sick as he watched the scene unfold. Within minutes, he was once again standing in front of Gwen, telling her to close her eyes again.

"And open!"

Gwen's eyes opened and drifted down to where he was knelt on the floor. This time she blinked in surprise, and Peter was able to read something in her face that made his heart ache.

"Marry me, Gwen?" He asked, with the same hopeful look on his face as he offered the ring out to her.

"Oh, Peter…" She began, her eyes glossing over. Though her tone was far from one of surprise or joy.

"What is it?" He asked.

"I'm so sorry… but, I can't marry you." She trembled, and closed her eyes to release tears.

"Why?" He pressed, getting up from the floor.

"Because as long as we live under the eye of your enemies, we can never have the things we want." She answered softly. "It's just not possible… I'm sorry."

"Oh." He mouthed.

"Peter, I'm sorry-"

"Stop!" He raised his voice. "I thought we were in this together, Gwen. What happened to being by my side no matter what?"

"I am by your side, but I don't wanna get married under these circumstances. Please, you have to understand-"

"Oh no, I understand perfectly!" He snapped. "You don't mean a word you say about being there for me."

Peter watched the venomous words pouring from the other one and recoiled. He couldn't imagine himself going down this path and becoming someone that Gwen would turn her back on.

"Every word out of your mouth about loving me, supporting me and everything else was a lie." He snapped. "A huge pile of lies from the one person that I thought I could count on, do you have any idea how it feels to know that you have no one to turn to?"

Gwen took a breath, and from what Peter could see, it was clear that she was not only uncomfortable but also afraid of this other version of himself. He couldn't deny that he shared her fear.

"Why did you have to ruin it? Everything was great and now it's not. I don't know what to do…"

"Stop it, Peter, you're scaring me!"

"You're scared of me?" The other Peter questioned.

There was a look in his eyes, something that Peter saw that he hated. With each passing second, his fear was growing and he found himself unable to tear his eyes away, no matter how much what he was seeing sickened him.

"Don't be scared of me…" The other Peter, in a hushed but unsettling voice, began. "Gwen, I would never do anything to hurt you. It's Mysterio though… if you had just let me make that deal then we wouldn't be this way."

"No, it's not Mysterio that's the problem, Peter! It's your obsession with him that is tearing us apart."

Peter flinched as the other version of him glared up at her with something written on his face that was a mix of rage and hurt. It seemed that the other Peter had finally been pushed too far. He took a sudden step forward, gripping Gwen by the shoulders and making his knuckles white.

"Nothing is tearing us apart, Gwen!" He yelled.

As his stomach twisted into a knot that felt like it was the size of a tennis ball, Peter couldn't stand anymore. His own anger was growing as he saw this version of himself, and with no hesitation, he stepped forward. Though once again, Ben grabbed his arm.

"Let me go, I need to help her!" He insisted.

"Help her?" Ben questioned. "Peter, you're the one doing this to her, all because you didn't make that deal."

"No! This isn't me, I would never do anything like this."

"You can't save her from yourself, Peter. Look at them… this is you. After turning down the deal, Mysterio continued to chase you and you allowed yourself to become infected with paranoia and fear."

"It's not me, and it will never be me! I won't let myself become this person."

With no choice, Peter remained where he was standing and forced himself to refocus on Gwen and the version of himself that he hated.

"Take your hands off of me!" She warned him, pushing him away and stepping back to put some distance between them. "I… I don't even know who you are anymore." She added as her voice broke. "And I can't be with someone that I don't know."

Peter screwed his face up and doubled over as he'd seen enough of this version of himself. With some effort, he straightened up and turned to his uncle Ben, and panicked when there was only an empty space next to him. The dizziness from before came back even stronger and he felt the entire room beginning to spin.

It was only when it stopped that he realized that he was no longer in the house, nor had he ever been. He glanced around the barn, trying to recall anything from before he'd been pulled into the illusion. As his eyes fell upon blood on the floor, hazy images came back to him. He knelt down to examine the blood more closely, and felt his heart drop when he realized that it was fresh.

Another image flashed through his mind; he was in the barn, Gwen was behind him and Mysterio in front of him. As it faded, he put the last piece of the puzzle in its place, got to his feet and ran out of the barn and onto the empty farmland.

"Gwen?" He called, scanning the area frantically before running back towards the house when his only answer was the echo of his own voice. "No, no, no, no… Mr Kent!" He yelled instead, hoping to find at least someone on the farm.

"Gwen?" He tried again.