“Clark needs to be surrounded by familiar people, and do familiar things. It will come back to him in time. Be patient with him,” McCorkle told her.
Henderson chuckled. “That’s asking a lot, Doc.”
“I don’t know…” he admitted, pulling his burnt hand out of the running water and inspecting the damage.
Lois could see the blisters already forming.
“I guess I forgot the handle was hot…”
Hmmmm sketchy!
Well I'm just a sucker for an asteroid rewrite, so you've got my attention while I'm on vacation! Looking forward to seeing where this goes!
JD
