Day 28; Bus 3

[fyeonly]

There was, Naomi decided, some sort of cosmic irony in all of this. Not that she was trapped in a deranged and possibly other-worldly asylum with a man she'd idolized for years and a boy who was being investigated for - among other things - the murder of her fiance. No, at this point, those were perfectly normal occurrences. Rather it was the

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[son_ofkrypton]

Clark jerked awake.

He wasn't standing up before Kyon, looking around and wondering if the guy was really going to be okay. In fact, he was somehow back in "his" room (he'd never really think of it is as his - his only home was back at the farm), and with no memory of how he'd gotten here. Clark had grown up knowing he was weird - or "special", depending on who you asked, like his parents - and while he didn't really like finding a new, freakish power tacked onto him like the newest flavor of the week, he'd rather put up with that then these growing number of memory gaps. First that time when he'd found himself asleep in the middle of the highway and almost got hit a second time by Lex's car.

Now this. Only this was at least twice in a row that he'd ended up back someplace without remembering how.

Clark wasn't at all ashamed to admit he was scared about this. He didn't like not being able to say what he was doing or how he got somewhere. What he could really use was his parents to help him walk through this, if this had anything to do with his powers.

Actually, he really just wanted to see Mom and Dad again.

Clark couldn't help feeling down as he was escorted down the halls. While it did feel nice to wear normal clothes (the only thing they had in his size was blue plaid, which was fine with him), it didn't really do anything to improve his mood. He was scared about himself, about the others. Kyon, Allen, Rinali, and Robin. He didn't know if they were okay, or what happened to them, and Clark first thought was you left them followed by you could've done more.

Oddly enough, the thing that made him stop and smile was the sight of the buses. They weren't from Smallville High, but they looked close enough that he could take some comfort in something actually be familiar around here. Clark approached one, and, stepping on, paused at the head of the steps, glancing at the other patients. It'd been a while since he'd been on a bus, seeing as he had the bad habit of sleeping in late and then being forced to beat the bus back to school, but at least it was something he knew.

The farmboy headed down the aisle, ducking his head, as he picked a seat and sat down.

[afraidnot]

So, the day had finally arrived. It was a chance to actually leave the Institute’s walls and venture out into the outside world. She wouldn’t miss out on this opportunity, especially after last night’s failure.

A violet tank top underneath a (hooded) black sweater, along with jeans and boots… Not very “girly” by the Institute’s standards, but Raven was absolutely fine with that. Once done, she headed into the last of the three buses, but not before being given her very own muffin and juice box.

“Cute.” She remarked, noticing how the breakfast seemed like something right out of kindergarten. With her breakfast in hand, Raven entered the bus and looked for an available seat.

“Mind if I sit here?”

[son_ofkrypton]

Clark looked up. A girl stood in the narrow aisle, and while there wasn't anything weird - or wrong - with that, he couldn't help staring a little. Despite her clothes, the first thing that drew his attention was her skin: it had a grayish cast to it, leaving Clark to wonder if she was sick or something. Suddenly aware that he was staring, Clark hurriedly nodded, scooting over to give her enough room.

"Yeah, sure," he said. He paused. Might as well be friendly and it wasn't like it hurt to introduce himself. "I'm Clark."

This strange girl looked his age, as he was realizing a lot of the patients he ran into seemed to be, and except for the skin (and purple hair?), she looked like a normal girl.

[afraidnot]

"Thanks" she said, sitting next to him as she began to chew on her muffin. She was looking forward to reaching the town and exploring it. With any luck, the ride there would also be tolerable. Too bad Raven was already expecting a headache-inducing ride. At least she was sitting with someone decent enough, as far as she knew.

"My name is Raven."

[son_ofkrypton]

Clark peered over the seats of the bus - not really that hard when he was already on the tall side - and watched as the aisle became more and more crowded with other patients. If it weren't for the fact that none of them were probably here willingly, it would've been easy to believe this was a real field trip, especially when everyone had clothing that looked like real clothes for a change. He thought he saw a head of white hair (Allen?), but, other that, no one else he recognized.

He turned back to Raven. "Do they normally do this?" he asked, nodding toward the bus. Clark had only been here a few days and had to admit he knew nothing about mental hospitals - real or fake - so this was all pretty new for him. And anyway, it was something to talk about while they wanted for the buses to get moving.