"Four little lambs... lost in the woods... hope in their hearts, but need to find more... wolves in their way, will they run?" Drusilla is singing softly behind them.

"Wolves?" April turns slightly. That is not the first time her mother mentioned wolves.

Clark's memory was short-lived, mostly because Clark had already made peace with that memory. Victor's memory was able to be conquered, once she faced it with courage in her heart. Maybe...

"Ed... I think you will need to make peace with this memory."