He tries to think back, remembering being in the Nexus, but not coming up with much more than a hazy conglomeration of faces and sounds. It's rather disconcerting for a guy who normally has perfect recall. "I'm going to have to do a lot of apologizing. And thank them all for trying to help."

Clark takes another few deep breaths, just soaking in the light, gathering more energy to talk. "There was a box on April's doormat, with a note claiming it was from Lex. I opened it for her and..." He holds up his hand, the one that had the cut on his finger, now just a fine white line that's on its way to disappearing. "That when I got infected."