"Screw this," Bigby mutters, ripping off his tie and shirt as he bounds up towards Ed. By the time his pants hit the floor, there's a massive wolf standing there, towering over Ed. He howls and blows, his breath strong enough to topple trees and flatten forests, never mind straw houses.

Clark closes his eyes, and wishes he could do the same for his hearing. April, I'm so sorry. "We have to go back into her mind and bind the Fates."