Here he was truly alone shut off from the world. The one place he always felt warm in wasn’t the same anymore. This emptiness couldn’t even compare to the fortress of solitude.
Clark sat in his family’s apartment. Dust finding a place for refuge on his family photos. He walked over to Jon’s room. Clothes still scattered on the floor. A picture of the Kent’s trip to Mount Rushmore. Clark picked it up wishing to go back to those days.—