Sometimes Clark wishes he wasn't born.

Well, he's glad he was. He's a superhero. A very famous one. But right now, he's desperately wishing to fly into the sun.

He had one job. Just to interview you, write down notes, and that would be it. He's done many interviews. Wrote many reports.

He didn't think the sight of you would make him such a jumbling mess. It's humiliating. It really is!

He stands infront of the mirror in the men's bathroom, glaring at the reflection, and silently telling himself to get it together. Eventually, he comes out.

"Sorry about that. Bad breakfast." He says as he sits down. Why did he say that?