The whole world seemed awash in a pristine blanket of frigid whiteness.
/waits for white-clad special forces to come racing through the snow on their snow speeders/
He'd been told about snow, had seen video and pictures of it. But they didn't do it justice. The beauty of it stole his breath away.
/waits for him to make snow angels. Or write his name/
They seemed to be taking their lead from him, letting him dictate the course of the conversation.
Well, he *has* been groomed as leader.
But he feared what might happen if Trask ever discovered that they were sheltering him.
Well, I’m sure it won’t be worse than what the Tickler would do.
S had enjoyed the feel of the material. His cell had offered only a hard cot and scratchy, starchy, thin sheets.
A hard bed to strengthen the spirit.
But he had decided on one thing. If Jonathan and Martha invited him in this morning, he would take them up on their offer.
Perhaps then, he might be able to figure out his next move, and pinpoint the feelings circulating through his body.
This is going to be fun, when he has a similar issue after meeting Lois
"Look," Trask said, slipping a card out of his pocket. Unlike S' photo, the business card was in pristine condition. "If you happen to see my boy, give me a call, would you?
You know, what will happen when Trask visits the Sheriff and learns that the Kents found an orphan in their shed?
"Thanks. Oh, I should warn you. If you see my son, it's best if you don't approach him. He's got mental issues, and he could be dangerous."
Oh. Oh my! And here I thought he was looking for S but its Jason who ran away!
He was meant for them but the neighbor picked up the package and never returned it.
"About what you asked me earlier...I really want to stay here with you, if that's okay."
Twin smiles blossomed on Jonathan and Martha's faces.
"Clark," he said again, his voice full of awe. "I'm Clark."
/fast forwards to The Pilot/
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