“No, no no no no…” Clark mumbled as he flew through the air, panic setting in as he made a beeline damaged building. The building where he had left you and you guy’s child, the building that had fallen in the attack, the same building where he saw you sobbing as you held the tiny body of the toddler.

You were bruised and bloodied yourself, concrete dust thinly coating you. But you didn’t seem to care. All you cared about was your baby in yours arms.