"Sweetheart, please... look at me." Clark whispers.

Your father is kneeling infront of you. His eyes still have that laser glow, that rage. The veins of his arms become more apparent. For the first time, you want your mother again. But she isn't here anymore.

He defeated a villain. You watched; in horror. You've never seen your father so... furious. Crushing buildings, throwing things he can, but shouldn't be able, to throw. It terrifies you.

"You shouldn't have had to see that, baby..."