After the drama of the past few days had subsided, Clark slowly returned to living life as usual. It hadn't been easy. The most difficult aspect of cleaning up the messes he made was trying to convince Lex not to call and reserve a cell for him at Belle Reeve, although he hardly thought Lex was one to judge someone's mental health.

Chloe was easy enough to handle. She just seemed to be happy that Clark was back to normal, and that she had helped.

Pete had been great. He doubted that he would have recovered his memory without his help. And of course his parents. There was only one person he hadn't patched things up with yet.

There didn't seem to be any lasting effects of the kryptonite, which was very lucky, as meteor rock effects weren't usually temporary.

Clark heard the clip-clop of hooves on the Kent's gravel driveway and looked up from piling hay-bales, a wide, goofy grin involuntarily spreading across his face.

"Lana." He greeted her warmly.

"Oh, so you actually recognized me this time." Lana teased, only half joking.

"Lana, about the other day…" Clark started.

"You don't have to explain yourself to me, Clark." Lana interrupted. 'Chloe told me what happened."

Clark's face fell.

"She did?" He asked in dismay. Lana smiled.

"Yeah, but I can't help think that there was more to it than; 'he was run off his feet with farm chores and hadn't even made full eye contact with anyone all day.'" She said.

All Clark could manage was a relieved smile. Lana looked over at the perfectly piled hay-bales.

"Well, it looks like you got through them ok." She commented.

"It's been a long week." Clark agreed.

"Well, at least it's Friday." Lana said. "Best day of the week in the Sullivan house."

Clark cocked his head, listening. No matter what Lana was talking about, to him, she was always interesting. While focusing his hearing, he picked up the song on the radio he had left on in the loft. The wind changed direction, and carried the sound of Jesse McCartney's 'Beautiful Soul' on the soft evening breeze.

"We all go out to dinner, every Friday night." She continued. 'It's tradition. Tonight we're going to some new place on Main Street. It sells sushi or something."

Clark gulped.

"Global Cuisine?" He asked.

"Yeah," She said. "It's new, Asian and un-reviewed, but it beats hamburger and fries at Denny's"

"Uh, I'm not sure about that, Lana." Clark argued carefully. "I don't think you should go there."

"Why?" Lana asked, although she didn't expect a straight answer. She was used to Clark coming up with these things out of the blue.

Clark took a few seconds to try and come up with a plausible, and possibly witty, response, but when none came, he shrugged.

"Just a hunch." He answered. Lana half-smiled.

"Story of your life." She said, digging her heels into the horses sides, and pulling gently on the reins to turn him around. She stopped, facing the long gravel driveway she was about to ride away down, then looked back over her shoulder, giving him a proper smile this time, and just before she flicked the reins, leaving Clark staring wistfully after her, she said softly;

"See you 'round, Clark."