To Vanessa's surprise, the door lock was only gently twisted and did not open. Peter, standing outside, suddenly remained eerily still. He neither pushed the door open nor walked away directly. The air fell into silence. Vanessa's anxious heart felt like it had risen to her throat. Finally, just as she was about to break down, the sound of Peter's footsteps departing echoed outside. Once the footsteps gradually faded away, Vanessa "thudded" down to the ground. Breathing heavily and relieved that he hadn't walked in, she slowly dropped the dagger in her hand.

A few minutes later, she staggered over to her son's body. Glancing toward the night outside, her eyes hardened. "No matter what, I will bring you back to my side, Terry." After Peter left, she went to the kitchen, found a roll of tape, wrapped the pickaxe and shovel together, and then fashioned a strap with rope to hold the tools. Once all the preparations were complete, she placed her son's body in the trunk of the car. Her husband, Louis, had recently had his driver's license revoked, and the car had been sitting in the garage for a long time.

“Vroom!” The car roared, speeding through the rainy night. Vanessa drove quickly to a wooded area outside the town. The quiet woods were filled with the sound of fear in the wind. Rain pelted her hair, and for a moment, an uncontrollable fear swept through her heart. Was she really going to carry this body through the woods to that place? But thinking that this might be the only way to save her son, she could only grit her teeth and move forward.

Thirty minutes later, breathless, she finally reached her destination. It was a pit surrounded by rubble, covered in a thick layer of fallen leaves. The soil glimmered with a faint green hue, partially revealed under the dead leaves. She laid the wrapped body on the ground and knelt in the mud to catch her breath for a moment. Then, she used the prepared tools to dig a hole in the ground. The rain-soaked soil was very loose; Vanessa quickly dug a large pit and placed her son's body inside. After laying the body down, she refilled the hole with soil. Once all of this was done, she was so exhausted that she could not stand up anymore. After resting in place for a moment, she stood up and slowly returned to the roadside.

After Vanessa's figure disappeared, a silhouette stepped out from behind the bushes. Peter stood in the woods, watching the spot where Vanessa buried the body, his brow slightly furrowed. Earlier, in front of the storage room door, he hadn't pushed the door open. Vanessa, hiding at the door, was easily sensed by his awareness. Her unabashed murderous intent did not escape his perception. Although he could have easily pushed the door open and killed her in return, considering she was Louis's wife, it wasn't appropriate to strike without caution. Moreover, he was more interested in what she intended to do. So he did not push the door open but left the scene to monitor and track her.

Sure enough, he discovered her secret! Approaching the pit surrounded by stones, Peter stared at the freshly dug mound of earth below. Why did this woman dig up the body and bury it here? Could this land be different, possessing some magical power to resurrect her son? Gazing at the pit before him, Peter fell into thought. Raising his head, his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a green glow. Jumping into the pit, Peter reached down, lifted a dead leaf, and picked up a stone radiating a faint green light. The cool green stone was held in his hand. Was this... a meteorite? No, it should not be an ordinary meteorite. Observing the strange atmosphere surrounding him, Peter formed a certain suspicion.

...

The next morning, at the Padric farm, Clark and Azur sat at the dining table having breakfast. "Dad." Azur raised his milk and gulped it down in one breath. "Can you buy me an eagle kite?" "You want to fly a kite?" "Yes, and it would be great if you could also get me a kite string." Azur proposed the idea of buying a kite, saying, "I saw someone flying a kite in town; maybe I can experience the feeling of flying. I mean, holding the kite feels like I'm flying myself." "What about Clark? Do you want one?" Peter asked Clark. Before Clark could answer, Azur jumped in, "Clark hasn't gotten over the funeral yet." "What's wrong, Clark?" Peter looked at Clark.

Clark thought for a moment and said, "I feel like the atmosphere at the funeral was a bit gloomy; it always reminds me of bad things." Peter nodded, "Clark, because you saw people's sadness, you feel sad too, right?" "Maybe," Clark replied, feeling that the oatmeal in front of him wasn't as tasty as before. He looked up, somewhat confused, and asked Peter, "Godfather, is this normal for me?" "Of course, Clark; sadness is a normal part of human emotions." Peter tousled Clark's hair. "When someone loses a loved one, they will start grieving within three days of the death, which lasts for four to six weeks for most people." "But as time passes, people's emotions will transform into another emotional state, like a rainbow with various colors. Intense grief will gradually lighten, turning into heartache, and heartache will evolve into mourning, which will finally become memories... This process may take six months to three years."

Hearing this, Clark felt a bit discouraged. "I—have to endure for another half a year?" "That's not your loved one, so Clark, there's no need to worry." After comforting Clark for a while, Peter placed a lead box on the table. "What is this?" Azur and Clark's eyes were immediately drawn to the lead box. Before Peter could speak, Azur eagerly opened it. A faint green light instantly reflected in their eyes. Clark, coming into contact with this light, immediately felt a wave of discomfort. Azur, unaware of Clark's unease, directly took out the stone and handed it to him. "Look, Clark, such a beautiful stone!" Clark reached out to take it. The moment he touched it, he felt a burning sensation. He quickly jerked his hand back, inhaling sharply with a "hiss." "Thud!" The stone he flung away was caught by Peter. Seeing Clark throw the stone, Azur immediately asked with concern, "Clark, what's wrong?" "I... I don't know; it felt like I got burned just now." Looking at the uncomfortable Clark, Peter subtly nodded. Just as he suspected, the stone he picked up at the burial site last night was Kryptonite from Krypton. As a Kryptonian, Clark would enter a rapid weakening state upon encountering Kryptonite. Although his superpowers had not fully manifested yet, Kryptonite still had an effect on him.