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Clark went to Lois’s favorite boulangerie in Paris and bought her some croissants for breakfast. He could still hear her words echoing in his head, You haven’t asked me one question about our daughter. Not one. She knew more about Lara than anyone and he hadn’t asked her one question about her pregnancy or the delivery or anything. He had been more interested in all the other activities she had participated in while in the other dimension, especially her night with the other Clark. Here she had spent a year ‘abroad’ and he hadn’t asked her about her main reason for being there. He scanned the living room as he approached the townhouse. It was empty. He touched his feet down on the living room carpet and then closed the window before spinning into his work clothes.

Penny walked into the living room from the kitchen with Lara’s bottle and jumped with a start, almost dropping the bottle. “Clark! I didn’t know you were here. Lois said that you had left already.”

“I didn’t mean to startle you. Where’s Lois?”

“She’s already left for the office.”

“Oh. I ran out to get some croissants for breakfast. I’ll just bring them to her at work.”

Penny smiled. “How sweet.” She sighed.

Great, just what he needed.

“Are you done fighting?” Penny continued.

Clark raised a brow.

“Right. None of my business. Just that Jimmy mentioned some tension at work. Wow, I think I hear Lara calling for her bottle. Excuse me.” She ran half way up the stairs and then stopped. “You know she wasn’t crying, don’t you? Super hearing and all. Sorry. You probably don’t like to be lied to.” She turned around and finished going up the stairs.

Clark shook his head. “Not as a rule. No.” He let go of a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. That was close. They still hadn’t admitted to Penny that he was Superman nor did they want to. But she didn’t need to actually catch him flying into the house. Out the front door, then.

Suddenly, there was a crack of a gun and they fell to the ground. Clark lay there in a puddle of red. Lois looked up from where she sat on the ground and Jason Trask stood in the doorway with a grin on his face.

a puzzle too difficult to put back together by even the most accomplished of archaeologists.

Clark had said he wanted the truth and then he punished her for telling it to him.

Just as she had punished him after she learned he was Superman.

He took Lara out of her arms and upstairs for a diaper change, then brought her back down for a bottle.

But he had come back down the stairs, spun into his Superman suit and left out the window without a word.

“What’s going on between you two? I send you out on a romantic weekend to put this whole Superman incident behind you and I don’t get one story on the bullet train, but two. Plus an extra story about a new high school for five thousand students built inside an old mall. Interesting article, Kent, but that’s not why you were sent to Memphis.”

“So, what do you think you should do about it?” Dr. Friskin asked.

Lois sighed, dropping back on the couch. “I have no idea. I was hoping you could help me with that.”

Dr. Friskin opened her agenda and flipped a page. “How about you spend the weekend brainstorming ideas and we’ll meet again Monday morning at eleven?”

“This…” his mom said, turning the knob of his old bedroom and letting the door open.

His old bedroom had been magically transformed. It was now a bright yellow with a blue ceiling. His old dresser had been painted a light green.

“It’s a surprise to us, too. After you called, we went to clean up the room and we found it like that.”

Clark jogged down the stairs. “You must have done it before you had your memories wiped,” he called.

True. “It’s more complicated than that, Mom.”

“What baby did we forget, Clark?” his dad asked.

“No, you’re not. Something inside of you is gone. Your zest. Your zeal. Your zip.”

“Deary me. Where could I have placed my three z’s?” She looked under a couple of folders on her desk. “Oh, yeah. My husband doesn’t trust me anymore. I have a daughter I can’t claim as my own. A year of experiences I cannot share with anyone. Memories swimming around in my head like pea soup. Now, if you’ll excuse me, Clark, I have work to do.” It was just like him. Wanting only to talk on his terms. Where had he been all weekend when she was more than willing to talk? Oh, yeah, Kansas. He was cranking up her anger knob.

So much after-shadowing from Lois’s subconscious.

/super glue/

Do we *have* to like him?

That’s what you get for meddling with hydrogen and oxygen.

Obvious, much, Clark?

So, I’m guessing the glasses still fool some people.

Isn’t that wanton destruction of property? Clark’s really broken, huh?

Huh. Hmm…And they never noticed in the week, or is weeks, since they’d been back?

/whispers/ Ditzy, not dizzy, unless she’s a bit off after hitting the bars or getting hit on the head

So, Clark could get even on Lois?

Superhealing. Good for healthy teeth.

He did deserve that.

I hear they have good divorce attorneys over there. Able to take half your money. And your pride. Okay, the first one might be legislatively assisted, but still…

Gee, does that mean it's something else causing the nightmares?