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Clark is in a sickeningly good mood. There may be whistling. It's probably not because he's restocking the kitchen cupboards with the latest canned goods obtained in town earlier.

He may or may not tell you actually why, depending on who you are and how you ask.

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Clark just smiles slightly at the figure of speech and then points up to a very tall, bright, blue windowed building.

"That's LuthorCorp Plaza, tallest building in Metropolis. Generally speaking, anything you might need won't be far from that, so it's a good land marker. There's one of those medical set-ups I mentioned around there," he glances back at her, "and there's a relief centre, too. They'd probably have information on where to get food and other necessities."

Eden sobers at the mention of medical facilities, and nods when Clark's done.

"Okay. So, do you want to meet up in LuthorCorp Plaza in a few hours? Hopefully I'll have everything-- well, I'll start to have things sorted out by then."

"Uh, we can meet at the Daily Planet. It's right beside LuthorCorp, big globe on top." Then he adds after a moment, "It's a newspaper office. Chloe works there."

She musters a small smile. "Daily Planet it is, then."

She'd normally add something like 'it'd be nice to meet Chloe', or 'wow, glad society's getting back on track', but she's a little preoccupied right now.

"So let's say...three hours? Three and a half. I have no idea how long reorganizing an entire life takes." She forces herself to keep smiling and ignore the thought of however long I have a life.

"It'll take time, Eden, but you'll get there. We all will," he offers a sympathetic smile. "But sure, three and a half hours sounds fine."

Eden really, really wants to believe Clark.

"That's a good way to think about it," she replies, though her tone is too doubtful for her to believe it. "Thanks."

And with a wave, she turns and walks into the crowd.

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