EXT. HELEN’S HOME/ROOF — DAY
Clark is up on Helen’s roof, replacing worn and missing shingles. Though he could do the job solely by hand if he so chose, he works with a hammer to disguise his particular talents.
Clark stops hammering. The sensation he experienced the night before is still with him — something in the atmosphere tugging at the peripheral of his senses.
INT. HELEN’S HOME/ENTRANCE HALL — DAY
Hearing a knock at her door, Helen answers it. Clark stands in the threshold, quite perturbed.
HELEN
Problem, Clark?
CLARK
I don’t feel well.
HELEN
It’s quite warm out. I’m not surprised. (touches his arm) I’ll fetch you some water.
Nodding his thanks, Clark enters.
INT. HELEN’S HOME/PARLOUR — DAY
Clark is seated in a chair when Helen comes in with a glass of water in hand; she hands it to him.
CLARK
(accepts glass) Thank you.
Clark swallows the water greedily, but it does nothing to dispel his anxiety. Stepping behind Clark, Helen rests her hands on his shoulders.
HELEN
May I?
Clark acquiesces. Helen begins massaging his shoulders and neck.
HELEN
How does that feel? Helps?
CLARK
(closes eyes) Hmmm.
Helen continues the massage. There is the trace of a smile on her lips.
HELEN
Clark?
CLARK
Yes?
HELEN
You needn’t knock, if you want inside. My door is open to you (into his ear) any time.
Opening his eyes, he abruptly rises.
CLARK
I believe I’ll call it a day.
HELEN
Are you alright to drive? Would you like a ride?
CLARK
I can manage. Thank you for the water and … attention, Hel.
Giving him a brief, thin smile, Helen allows Clark to go.
INT. KENT HOME/DINING ROOM — SUNSET
Clark is with his parents at the dining room table. While they enjoy a dinner of roast chicken and sweet potatoes, he just stares at the plate, disinterested.
JONATHAN
You’re not eating.
CLARK
I don’t have an appetite.
JONATHAN
(smirks) You rarely do. Hasn’t stopped you before.
CLARK
I’m sorry. May I be excused?
His parents excuse him. Clark leaves the table.
MARTHA
(concerned) That isn’t like him at all.
Jonathan shrugs, resumes eating.
INT. KENT HOME/CLARK’S BEDROOM — NIGHT
Clark sits by his open window. Bristling with tension, even the cool evening breeze fails to soothe his nerves.
Turning his head, he looks up, toward the ceiling. Narrowing his eyes, he rises and leaves the window.
INT. KENT HOME/JONATHAN & MARTHA’S BEDROOM — NIGHT
Jonathan and Martha lie beneath their covers, quite asleep. As audible shuffling comes through the ceiling above, they are roused from their slumber.
INT. KENT HOME/ATTIC — NIGHT
At the back of the attic, Clark kneels, riffling through the contents of a large trunk. At the bottom, he finds a small oak box. Lifting it out, he examines it; locked. Using his strength, he forces it open, revealing an S-pendant nestled against the black velvet lining. An exact twin of the one worn by Luma, it, too, glows a bright white. Taking the radiant pendant from the box, Clark holds it to his breast. Relief surges through him.
Hearing a creak behind him, Clark looks over his shoulder; his parents stand there. Spying the glowing pendant in their son’s hand, husband and wife exchange glances. A long moment of uneasy silence passes between the three of them.
JONATHAN
Son … it’s finally time to show you something.
INT. TRUCK/CAB — NIGHT
Jonathan is behind the Model T’s wheel, driving through one of their fields. Clark sits beside him.
CLARK
Where are we going, Pa?
JONATHAN
We’re going back in time, son.
EXT. KENT FARM — FIELD — NIGHT
Jonathan soon brings the truck to a halt. The headlights of the Model T fall upon a barbed wire fence ahead. Emerging from the vehicle, father and son slip under the wire and into the disused field yonder, Jonathan leading with flashlight in hand.
JONATHAN
It’s been eighteen years since your ma and me last came to this field. I’ve let it lay fallow ever since.
CLARK
This … this is the field you told me never to play in, when I was a little kid.
JONATHAN
That’s right. And I posted “NO TRESPASSING” signs all 'round, and put up the nastiest barbed wire fence I could find …
Playing the flashlight beam across the ground, Jonathan reveals a large wood panel set flush into the earth.
JONATHAN
(cont’d) all to hide this. (beat) Lift it away, son.
Reaching under the heavy panel, Clark effortlessly uproots it. Setting the panel aside, he discovers the secret concealed beneath — the pit with the chrome-&-crystal starcraft nestled in its depths.
CLARK
(astonished) Oh my God. P-pa…? (faces Jonathan) What is it?
JONATHAN
This is how you came into our world, son — the day the grandfather of all blizzards slammed down on Smallville. (beat) It’s where your ma and me found you.
CLARK
(flabbergasted) “Found me”‽ You mean … I’m adopted‽
JONATHAN
Something like that. (beat) Yes, “adopted” is as good a word as any.
Clark takes a step back, overwhelmed.
CLARK
T-this is a joke, right?
JONATHAN
We should have told you earlier. Should have told you years ago.
CLARK
(irate) Why didn’t you tell me?
JONATHAN
We wanted to protect you.
CLARK
(angry) Protect me from what‽ You should have told me!
His world turned upside down, Clark doesn’t know what to do, so he does the only thing he can think to do; he leaves.
JONATHAN
Clark! Clark!
But his son is already long gone.
EXT. LANG HOME/BACKYARD — NIGHT
Having gathered pebbles, Clark chucks them at Lana’s window, hoping to draw her attention. After several attempts, Lana fails to show.
EXT. LANG HOME/FRONT YARD — NIGHT
Coming around to the front door, Clark knocks. Lana’s mother eventually answers.
SARAH LANG
(bemused) Clark‽
CLARK
May I see Lana?
SARAH LANG
Have you any idea what the time is‽ (looks to watch; isn’t wearing one)
CLARK
Please, Mrs. Lang. It’s important I see her.
SARAH LANG
(shakes head) Lana isn’t here. She’s sleeping over at Chloe’s. (beat) Sakes alive, Clark. Visit during godly hours!
At that, Mrs. Lang closes the door in Clark’s face. Crestfallen, Clark turns away. As he leaves the Lang property, he looks to the sky. The thick cloud cover which had blotted out the moon has broken, allowing strong moonlight to filter through the tears. Following the rays to Earth, Clark spies in the distance the house of Helen Potter.
INT. HELEN’S HOME/BEDROOM — NIGHT
The windows in Helen’s bedroom have been opened wide, allowing bright moonlight inside. It cascades over the bed, over the woman whose curves are only tenuously hidden beneath a thin sheet. A cool breeze seeps in through the windows, rustling the parted curtains and Helen’s sheet. Hearing the sound or feeling the sensation, Helen is drawn from her slumber. Turning over, looking up, she finds Clark standing there at the foot of her bed, ghostly in the moonlight.
Sitting up, Helen pushes the sheet away, exposing the full length of her supple porcelain body, then crosses her arms above her head to afford Clark a strong look at her ample bosom. Leaving the foot of the bed, Clark sits down on the mattress with her. He then examines her, head-to-foot then foot-to-head, with his eyes. Anxious, inexperienced, he doesn’t know how to proceed. Reaching for him, Helen removes his suspenders. Once they are out of the way, she unbuttons his flannel shirt. Pushing it open, she exposes the wiry muscle of his hairless chest and abs. Cupping his pecs, she feels the taut sinews in her palms and under her fingers — experiences them. Then snaking her fingers through his hair, she guides his lips to the nape of her neck.