You've left Earth behind, soaring through the sky until the clouds dissolve and the weightless void of space envelops you. Without hesitation, you set your sights on the moon. Touching down softly, you pull your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around them. From this vantage, Earth hangs like a fragile ornament in the blackness, and you realize how smal everything-yourself, your problems- truly seems

Clark debated whether to follow. He alone had the ability to catch you, his flight and familiarity with space making him uniquely equipped. Yet he hesitated, torn between respecting your solitude and the gnawing unease your abrupt departure had stirred In the end, his concern won out. Taking to the skies, he pierced through the clouds in an instant, leaving Earth behind as he set out to find you among the stars