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April returned to her Kansas apartment feeling absolutely exhausted. Mentally and physically. Both her and Clark had gone into the Nexus to attempt to find information about Professor Milton Fine. And all of April's attempts had resulted in nothing.
Worse... she had met one of her look-a-likes and had another run-in with an alternate Clark.
Mostly it was the alternate encounter that disturbed April the most. It was another difficult and awkward conversation that just returned some doubts to her heart.
With a little sigh of frustration, April paced the small area of her living room, unsure of how to direct all these negative emotions. And finally she had a flash of brilliance. Entering her bedroom, April pulled out several of her art supplies and returned to the living room to drape a couple of drop clothes over the floor and living room. Then she set up her easel, and placed out her paints where she could easily reach them.
Then using her paintbrush, she channeled those doubts and negative emotions into creative juices, by painting the blank canvas on the easel (and the drop clothes... and her clothing). The whole time she held onto the hope that her Clark had better luck in the Nexus than she had.
Worse... she had met one of her look-a-likes and had another run-in with an alternate Clark.
Mostly it was the alternate encounter that disturbed April the most. It was another difficult and awkward conversation that just returned some doubts to her heart.
With a little sigh of frustration, April paced the small area of her living room, unsure of how to direct all these negative emotions. And finally she had a flash of brilliance. Entering her bedroom, April pulled out several of her art supplies and returned to the living room to drape a couple of drop clothes over the floor and living room. Then she set up her easel, and placed out her paints where she could easily reach them.
Then using her paintbrush, she channeled those doubts and negative emotions into creative juices, by painting the blank canvas on the easel (and the drop clothes... and her clothing). The whole time she held onto the hope that her Clark had better luck in the Nexus than she had.
