[Lana hears a noise]
Lana: Who’s there?
Clark: It’s me. Clark.
Lana: Clark Kent? What are you doing creeping around the woods?
Clark: You’d never believe me if I told you. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.
[Clark turns to leave.]
Lana: Clark wait. [Lana walks toward him] I just wasn’t expecting to see anyone out here. Are you okay?
Clark: I’m hanging out in a graveyard. Does this strike you as okay behavior?
Lana: Hey. I’m here too.
Clark: Good point. What’s your story?
Lana: Can you keep a secret?
Clark: I’m the Fort Knox of secrets.
Lana: I… came out here to talk with my parents. [Lana laughs] You must think I’m pretty weird. You know, conversing with dead people.
Clark: No. I don’t think you’re weird, Lana.
[Lana looks up at him]
Clark: Do you remember them?
Lana: They died when I was three.
Clark: I’m sorry.
Lana: It’s not your fault, Clark. Come on, I’ll introduce you.