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Time didn't stop. It didn't stop for grievers, and it wasn't going to stop now. But finding herself at the Daily Planet building in the City was unexpected. She felt a little weird as she pushed to door open. The lobby was empty and darkened, Tana was fairly sure the elevator was out, so she took the flights of emergency stairs up to the floor she recalled her interview had been in.

"A bake sale. I'm glad I didn't take up the job," Tana almost smiled, ignoring the pang in her chest of only slightly better, considerably less adventurous times. "But here I am anyway, right?" Someone had been up here recently, but there was still a fine layer of dust across desks. Typewriters and computers had gone still in the absence of their users.

To be fair, it was a little creepy. Sitting down at a desk to soothe her tired legs, Tana looked around and thumbed her lip. "Alright, Moon. There's a reason we're up here, and it's not just to talk to myself."

She picked up a discarded pencil and tested the edge. It seemed sturdy enough, and once she found a bit of paper, the former KONA-TV reporter started writing.

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"Ah, hey." Clark said, coming around from the hallway decorated with headlines. He wasn't really sure why he was up here, ither than the fact that he had never had the chance to meet his namesake was actually buggng him a bit.

Tana looked around her shoulder at the newcomer, "I didn't think anyone else wanted to make it up those stairs. Hey, I'm Tana." She put her pencil down and swiveled her seat around to face him.

Clark scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "Probably would've been more of an issue for me if I wasn't kind of a Super."

"I'm Clark Kent."

Tana frowned. Really? Of all the names, if had to be that one? Talk about poor taste. She turned in her chair, made a notation and looked back at Clark.

Judging.

If there was something Tana was good at, it was that undeniable, flat stare. "If we're passing around full names, then I'm Tana Moon." Who was sitting at Lois Lane's desk.

That'd teach her to look at nameplates first. "Any reason you're up here?"

Clark caught the glare. "Look, it's not a joke. Clark is actually my name. My parents though it would be funny to name me after Superman. If I had any say in it at all, I would've picked something else."

"It would be a really horrible joke if it was," Tana replied coolly. She paused for a moment and put her pencil down.

"What do you mean, you were 'named after Superman'?" And, hell, how much had she just given away?

"He's a fictional character in my universe." the teen answered. "I also got his powers somehow, but that's mostly unrelated."

Surprisingly, Tana did not have a minor meltdown. Kon had spoken with her once about the whole (completely insane) notion that in some places, she wasn't a real person.

She crossed her legs at the knee and looked him over, "Mostly unrelated? How's that work?"

"I mean mostly unrelated to the conversation." He clarified. "I have no idea how related it is to my powers or not>"

The look on Tana's face seemed to say how much she hated facts unrelated to to the meat of the story, however tangentially, and she sat back in her chair, tapping her pencil against the desk in thought. "You never told me what brought you up here."

Clark shrugged. "I just wanted to try and understand him, I guess. Understand why he did what he did. Not just back during the battle, but everything. And because I was a complete and total idiot and put off meeting him until it was too late, I have to do it this way."

He paused, looking at his hand and contemplating the thousands of different possibilities the strength beneath it held.

"I have all this power, and I still have no idea what I'm supposed to do with it. I'm just trying to figure out how he made his decision."