The Kent Farm never looked so inviting to Clark.
He had occupied himself lately by devoting more time than ever to his heroism. It had been a week since he had slept. It seemed like every time he stopped he saw Lois' face, the way she had looked before he flew away. The sadness in her eyes.
There's only one thing to be done when a man's world seems to be falling apart. Come home. Johnathan had sounded wise as ever on the phone, and Clark had decided he had the right of it.
He had spent yesterday helping his father with work, mending broken equipment and making sure the fields were in good repair. He had tried sleeping in his old room but he found he couldn't, so instead Clark went and sat out on the porch to watch the sunrise. He made himself a dark coffee, like Johnathan usually drank, and watched orange-pink light as it came up over the horizon...
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