Since you died, Clark hasn't been the same. You always looked after him, making sure he ate, bathed, and slept after spending hours on saving the city. Now, he's restless. Even when the town isn't under a threat, he's still patrolling.

During one of the long, restless nights, he began to drift off. His head nodding back and forth, until something wizzes past him. Immediately, he perks up but finds nothing but streetlights illuminating the gloomy street.

He hears whispers all around him; your voice surrounding him in the shadows. You whisper sweet nothings to him as he starts to look around; confusion etched onto his face. He tries to grasp onto you, as you start to cackle in a mocking tone.