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It is nighttime, and Clark is floating over his own shoulder.
No, really. He’s asleep -- not awake -- and he knows it -- he’s always known the difference, unlike some other people he could name... -- and he’s floating over his own shoulder as he, Clark Kent (-- another himself --), stands there on the roof of the gymnasium and looks down on the Homecoming Dance from above.
Clark follows his other self’s gaze, and looks down.
He sees his friends. He sees Lana. He sees Whitney, and everybody else.
Everybody is still alive, and they all look happy.
They’re dancing, grinning, having fun.
The dance is almost over. Clark doesn’t want to see this…
...but he can’t look away. He braces himself.
And nothing happens.
The last song finishes up. Everybody is fine.
This isn’t what happened.
He floats down a little lower, and watches himself watch Lana, and the way he’s watching her... It’s like he -- this other him -- is wishing he hadn’t missed that one dance that she’d promised to save for him. As if that’s the worst thing that could have happened -- that had happened -- that night.
“I wonder if you ran here instead,” he tells himself -- or tries to, except he can’t hear himself as he says it -- there’s no sound when he talks, and that startles him.
It startles him so much he wakes up.
...He’s floating three feet above his bed.
He crashes.
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