"Clark." She's struggling for breath, to be heard above the shouts and tersely snapped instructions coming from the ambulance crew. But if anyone can hear her, he can. "I love you." Even though he doesn't, even if he loves Lana, and Chloe, she has to tell him before they load her up into the back of the ambulance.

Then someone puts an oxygen mask over her face, obscuring almost everything from sight. Eirene can barely make out snippets of conversation, enough to learn that the driver was killed on impact, and a slew of medical terminology that boils down to the fact she's ripped up inside.

And that her bones are extrodinary light, and fragile, almost like a human bird. It makes her smile before unconsciousness claims her.