"Hey! Dad, it's Eric."
"Eric, how have things been in Gotham lately? I checked the weather forecast. It's been raining there these past couple of days, and the damp weather means the air quality hasn't been very good. You need to be careful."
At Kent Farm, Jonathan gave Eric a few instructions.
"I know, Dad. Everything's going smoothly here. How are things at the farm?"
Jonathan hesitated and glanced at his wife standing beside him. "Everything's fine here. Your mother wants to say a few words to you."
After handing the phone to Martha, Jonathan sighed and sat down in a chair.
Martha spoke with Eric for a while before hanging up and returning to her husband. Taking his hand, she said, "We'll find Clark."
"This isn't like last time, when Clark ran away from home just to avoid an awkward silence."
Jonathan wore a helpless expression. "This time, it looks like his rebellious streak has been magnified countless times."
"Do you think this is a good idea? Not telling Eric about Clark?"
Martha fell silent for a moment before saying, "If there's anyone in town who can find Clark, it's Eric. And if something happens to Clark, Eric is the only one who can deal with it."
"That'll only push things into an even harder-to-resolve situation, Martha."
Jonathan gently patted his wife's hand. "I'll go to the school tomorrow. Maybe I can wait for Clark there."
"I hope so."
Martha nodded, but the worry on her face did not fade.
Early the next morning.
Jonathan drove his pickup to the school entrance, rolled down the window, and watched the students coming and going, hoping to spot Clark.
After waiting for half an hour, he heard the familiar roar of a motorcycle engine.
Looking back, he saw Clark riding toward