Ismat's house {the next day}

I was sitting on my bed reading a book when my cell phone went off. I could hear the walking away music from the old 'Incredible Hulk' show coming from my desk. I jumped up off my bed and grabbed my phone.

"Hello," I exclaimed, answering the phone.

"Hey Ismat it's me Clark, come over to my barn I found something that you might find interesting it has to do with Harry," Clark said.

"All right I'll be over in a minute," I replied, hanging up. I quickly pulled on my ugg boots, and grabbed my hoodie. I pulled my hoodie on over my head, stuffed my phone in my pocket, and raced down the stairs.

"Mom I'm going over to Clark's I'll be back in a little while," I shouted, racing out the door. I raced over to Clark's house, and over to the barn. I got there just as Chloe and Pete did.

"Hey guys Clark call you two?" I asked, walking inside the barn.

"Yup," Chloe replied.

"So Clark what you got?" I asked, walking up to the top of the barn.

"A guy was found dead in his house, he was blindfolded and strangled with a piano wire," Clark explained.

"Which is the same signature Harry Volk used in 1945," Chloe replied.

"Sounds like a copycat," Pete said. I glanced over at him.

"A copy-cat of a murder that happened like 60 years ago, and only two days after the original killer just happens to disappear? Ah no I don't think so," I stated

"Harry's in a wheelchair, Ismat. Not exactly in prime condition to go on a crime spree," Clark said. I sighed, he's right.

"Yeah well Clark I found this picture of Harry from the 40's," Chloe stated, pulling out a newspaper. I looked at it, and gasped.

"It looks like the kid we saw at the Talon," Clark exclaimed.

"Maybe he's got a grandson or something," Pete suggested.

"Or… maybe it's Harry," Chloe said.

"Is this one of those weird things you warned me about on my first day at Smallville high?" I asked, looking up at Chloe. She nodded her head. I was so hoping this would have been a relative thing, but that idea was slowly turning into the less likely option.

"I don't think we should start looking for time machines just yet," Clark stated, taking a step towards me.

"Ok, fine where do you think we should start?" Chloe asked.

"If someone is following in Harry's footsteps, maybe they sent him some fan mail," Clark suggested.

"Sounds like a plan, let's go check out Harry's room," I said, rushing down the stairs…

Nursing home

"What happens if someone sees us searching Harry's room?" Chloe asked.

"How about we don't get seen?" Clark replied.

"Clark, is that you?" Cassandra asked. I glanced over to the other side of the room to see Cassandra standing there.

"Ismat knows where Harry's room is, I'll meet you there," Clark said, rushing off.

"All right then follow me," I said, moving down the hallway. I walked into Harry's room, and the three of us started searching through Harry's things. A few minutes later Clark came rushing into the room.

"You guys have any luck?" Clark asked. I shook my head.

"No fan mail, just a bunch of old news clippings from the Smallville Ledger… obituaries, articles," Chloe replied, handing him the articles.

"The guy's been obsessed with Smallville for 50 years," Pete stated. But Clark wasn't paying attention he was staring at the paper.

"Clark, is something wrong?" Chloe asked.

"It's her," Clark exclaimed.

'It's who?" Chloe asked.

"I gotta go," Clark replied, shoving the papers at Chloe and rushing out of the room.

"Clark! Where are you going?" I shouted, racing after him. But when I got out into the hallway he was already gone.

"Does he do that a lot?" I asked, walking back into Harry's room.

"More than you know," Chloe replied, shaking her head.

"So what now?" I asked.

"We go home and wait for Clark to call us about what he figured out," Pete suggested, shrugging his shoulders. I groaned, and walked out of the room…

Later the next morning {the pond outside the nursing home}

Clark had called me earlier and told me about what had happened last night. Then he told me about how they'd found Harry cuffed to the man's hospital bed. I told him I'd meet him at the pond outside the nursing home. I spotted him standing on the dock, and I raced over to him.

"The police questioned Harry all morning. He said he was kidnapped by this kid who was obsessed with his old case," Clark explained, when I stopped in front of him.

"So somehow in broad daylight this guy got out of handcuffs and just smuggled Harry inside, and chained him to a bed?" I asked.

"That's the official story," Clark replied.

"Doesn't really make sense, hey maybe you and Chloe could add this to the wall of weird," I said, trying to be funny. Clark glanced down at the water, and a sick look passed over his face.

"Clark are you okay?" I asked, resting my hand on his shoulder.

"Not really, I think I'll go inside… talk to Harry," Clark replied, walking away.

I sighed, and sat down on a bench that was behind me. This has got to be the weirdest week ever. I was really starting to believe that the guy from the talon and Harry are the same person. It's weird to think that someone can somehow change from an old man into a young man. I feel like I'm going crazy, if it weren't for Clark, Chloe, and Pete I would think I was crazy. I was so caught up in my thoughts that at first I didn't notice Harry in his wheel chair moving towards the edge of the dock. I glanced up at him just as he tipped his chair over into the water.

"Mr. Ballston!" I shouted, racing over to where he'd fallen off the dock.

I could see the water sparking. I couldn't see him, but I could see his wheel chair floating in the water. I was about to jump in after him when suddenly the man from the talon burst out of the water, wearing the clothes that Harry had been wearing a moment ago. I was so shocked, and I'm sure I looked like a fish out of water. Harry looked over at me with surprise, then he shook his head.

"You weren't supposed to see that," He stated, climbing up onto the dock.

I backed up a couple of steps. Water was dripping off him in waves and he shook his arms for a moment, before looking back up at me. He took a step towards me and I backed up again. He had a strange look in his eye and he was really starting to creep me out.

"Mr. Ballston what… what happened… how'd you…" I couldn't seem to form a full sentence I was to shocked. I mean I'm new to this whole weird thing. I guessed that this is what had happened, but to see it happen in front of me is a whole nother thing.

"I'm sorry Ismat, I really am. You shouldn't have even been here," Harry stated, moving closer to me again. I backed up against the railing not liking where he was going with this.

"But I really can't have you telling anyone what you just saw," He said, closing the gap between us.

I stomped on his foot, and elbowed him in the side. He gasped in pain, and I made a dash towards the nursing home building. Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around my arms and my neck. I started to scream for help but his hand came over my mouth cutting off my scream. I tried to kick him but it was no use.

"You know I just had a great idea. You're friends with that Clark fellow. Which means you must know his father. And I'm sure Clark and his dad would do anything to help a friend," Harry stated.

Oh crap, he's so going to use me as bait isn't he?! I started to struggle in his arms but he held onto me tightly. He shifted his hand so it was over both my mouth and nose, making it so I couldn't breathe. I bucked backwards trying to get him to loosen his grip, but he just held his hand over my mouth and nose even tighter. I gasped for air and my vision started to cloud. I could see spots, and everything was going black. I gasped again as everything went black…