The two raced through the air and landed directly outside Kent Farm in Kansas.
"Knock, knock, knock."
A knock sounded at the door.
Clark came forward to open the door. Seeing the two outside, he gave them a warm smile.
"Diana? J'onn? Come in! My mother just baked an apple pie."
Martha poked her head out of the kitchen and greeted them with a smile.
"Make yourselves comfortable. I'll get you some hot coffee."
Solomon, who was sitting on the couch watching television out of sheer boredom, turned to look at them with some curiosity.
"What brings you here in the middle of the night?"
Diana did not smile as she usually did. She strode up to Solomon and stared at him, her eyes more serious than ever before.
"Solomon, there are some things I have to ask you right now."
The sudden gravity and seriousness instantly sent the temperature in the room plummeting to freezing. Everyone sensed that something was wrong.
Martha was an extremely perceptive woman. She stopped with an empty plate in her hands and said considerately,
"Ah... well, I just remembered the pie might need a little longer in the oven. Go ahead and talk. Take your time."
With that, she hurried back into the kitchen, leaving the living room to them.
Solomon leaned back slightly against the couch, his posture still relaxed.
"Have a seat. What's all this fuss about?"
Diana did not sit down. She took a deep breath and turned her wrist, holding out the Lasso of Truth, which shimmered with sacred golden light, before Solomon.
Diana's gaze pierced straight into Solomon's eyes. Her voice trembled slightly, but it held firm resolve.
"Take hold of it. I want the truth."
The air froze completely at that moment.
Solomon stared at the golden lasso