There'd have been a time he would have insisted, but as it is now, he just nods and leads her the rest of the way to his apartment.

The building, like much else int he vicinity, is old and run down. There's little in the way of security on the way inside and Clark heads up a small flight of stairs to the second floor to his door.

The apartment itself is as bad as his narration promised earlier. To the far right is a small kitchenette, as clean as it'll probably ever get. There are a few dirty dishes by the sink, which Eirene may recognize from her visits to the Kent farm when the Kents still lived there. On a small opposite counter, there are a series of simply framed photographs: Clark and his parents, Clark with Pete and Chloe. Clark and Eirene.

To the left is what should be the living room, but true to previous description, the only real piece of furniture if the Kents' old couch situated in the middle of the room. In a corner, a closed laptop is recharging and kitty corner to that is a small lamp.

"I told you it's not much," he says, ushering her in, immediately apologetic.