The woods were shining with sunlight the following day. Nature bloomed, animals were roaming. The dirt paths were muddy, but lacked prints. Nothing seemed to travel here. That is until Lana Lang moved through this muddy area with her phone in hand. Looking at specific coordinates sent to it. She tried to place the location of the unknown building. It had to be here somewhere.

She saw the large imprint that looked like a rectangular crater where a building used to be. However, she made contact to the edges and found that one still was. Feeling a cold metal exterior to it. Lex walked up behind her, much to her surprise.

"Found it?" Lex asked eagerly. Lana turned behind in surprise. "Yeah, I found it. The building is still here. Whatever they did, it just can't be seen."

Lex tried thinking of how. "It's possible that my dad cloaked the building in the woods. Makes his time in Smallville more secret if nobody knows he has other property beyond the mansion." Lex reasoned. Lana agreed with him. The woods felt like a good place to build on. Very few know them this deep in aside from her. "Anyway, you don't owe me anything anymore. I know I did little to earn your trust, but now I have given you something in exchange for you giving me what I needed. I thank you for it." Lex concluded his deal with Lana, but Lana wasn't done.

"I heard what you did for the Kents yesterday. You helped them when they needed you, but you could have let your personal grudge get in the way of that." Lana explained. She knew from this that she was actually wrong about Lex. That he could actually be a human being. Though who knows exactly. She though Kenny was simply some jerk, and then he turned out to be a now convicted criminal. Did she really know people? Or is just knowing that those around her were at her side enough? "I did what I had to. Nothing more." Lex considered. He knew what she said was right, but bringing her along wasn't what he had in mind. Especially when he gets to what he has to do. "Even if I wanted to, this is a dangerous path. Staying with me isn't a good idea Lana." Lex added.

"That's my choice to make. I may have been wrong about you initially, but if you think I am just going to let you find a way in yourself, you are wrong about me." Lana confidently remarks.

"Then let's get inside." Lex concluded as the duo, side by side tries to find a way into the secret facility in the woods. Searching for the answers he and his friends needed on Lionel's plans.

The Kent home morning was sunny, but a little less cheery than normal for the family. Clark was barely touching his breakfast. Both Martha, and Jonathan started to notice. He had twirled his fork around the eggs left on his plate. Martha was the first to speak about it. "Clark, I know things have been hard since what happened with Vell, but you have to eat." Martha said concerned for her son. "It's hard Martha. Being the one to see something like that. I understand if he wouldn't." Jonathan rationalized. Clark thought a bit. Taking one or two bites in an attempt to relieve some concerns. However he came up with an idea. "I'm ready." Clark declared. "For what?" Martha asked. "The Danvers checkup you've been planning. You have my permission. I want to do it." Clark elaborated. Jonathan looked to Martha and she looked back. Thinking of why he would make a sudden choice. "Clark, if this is because of Vell, it might not be the right time-" Jonathan assumed so, but Clark believed his choices were less on grief and more something greater. "If I could have learned about how to actually use my powers. I could have prevented something like this from happening again. I found her kept in a car because I had to run away from the drive-in." Clark explained his plight. His feeling of helplessness even with such power. "You mean the hearing?" Jonathan asked. Clark nodded as he took another bite of his eggs. "Clark, you don't know if we had actually brought you before that you'd be able to figure this out. Whatever you know, you still are human in the end. What happened to her was her choice that you couldn't prevent." Jonathan had wished to make him feel what he needed to, and while what he said was a lie, it helped him feel less helpless in that situation. Something he severely needed. "Still, this is what we've been talking about Jonathan. It could be extremely helpful. We just got to be sure we are doing this. Don't forget, this is the first time we've told anyone. You understand Clark?" Martha clarified. Clark finished what was in his fork before responding. "I understand Ma. I've made my choice though. We weren't going to be able to keep it to just us forever. Besides, in the end, it's my secret."

"Alright. We'll let them know." Jonathan said understandingly. The family finished up with breakfast, and while Jonathan got to work, Clark tried to help him with chores. Martha got to the phone and called for the Danvers family. She waited a bit for them to pick up, but got an answer back.

"Eliza? You and Jeremiah are still okay with us coming over?"

The Sheriff's office was quiet later that very same day. A thunderstorm was brewing around it outside. Lightning narrowly struck the cells connected that night. Minimal staff were watching over this place this late. All they had was one prisoner, but a peculiar one. He had the ability of moving electricity through electric currents. None of the cops there at the station knew of meta-humans. Aside from rumors spread around the internet of a whole section of weird events far off in many cities across the U.S, and beyond. Still, they were all extremely terrified. Any lightning strike could mean this man's freedom. However, eventually they were kept at ease when it was simply thunder, and the weather conditions were a little less vicious than before. The prisoner, Kenny Braverman, was nodding off at this point in mud filled clothes that were under his mechanical gear. Which without his confiscated chestplate and gear, simply included a tank top and his cargo pants with emptied pockets. He heard something behind him that had him fall out of the slab he now called a bed.

He recognized the intruder vaguely. Someone who looked like she was straight out of his old school. The thing that frightened him about her was that she travelled through the wall's bricks like a phantom. The intruder simply stood in front of him as he was left on the ground gripping the bars behind him.

"Someone let me out of here! Please!" Kenny pleaded. He was afraid. Afraid whoever this old woman was, she was a ghost from his past out for revenge.

"Calm down Mr. Braverman. All you are doing is wasting your breath." Victoria Klingman assured him. Kenny was confused. How was there not cops there to protect him from this madwoman? "Why can't they hear me? Who are you?" Kenny asked anxiously. Still clanging his wrist against the cell door to get help.

"Knowing who I am isn't important. Not for you anyway. As for your voice, I made sure your pleads couldn't be heard. Now that your concerns are out of the way, you need to answer what I want to know if you want me to leave you alone, and alive." Klingman established her deal. Kenny was thinking about finding some way out of this. "I'll know if you are lying." Kenny heard these words, not from her, but rather in his head.

"What do you want to know?" Kenny asked hesitantly. "What do you know about Clark Kent?" Victoria demanded in a powerful roar of intimidation that stabbed right into his mind. "He's not human! Whatever he can do, it's not human! That's all I know, okay? I swear!" Kenny pleaded as he couldn't even look into Victoria's death like gaze.

"Now I'm afraid Ms. Willis will be the last life you take." The entity in Victoria's form growled out as they grasped Kenny's head. Having him be trapped in screaming agony for what seemed like hours.

One of the officers went to check on Braverman's cell when his break was done. He figured things were a little too quiet for a few minutes, so he decided to go and check. All he found was him sleeping the night away. Which the cop started to get envious of given how long he was waiting. What he didn't know was that Kenny couldn't do that much more than that. Outside of the view from the bars, Kenny was drooling all over his slab as his mind was left with nothing but a vessel of his bodily functions.