The scene changed to the Lair. Oliver and Diggle were sparring on the floor; wrestling on mats that Oliver had laid out in the center of the room while Felicity continued to search for information on the new vigilante.

"I found a number of police reports from the last few months that may involve our mystery girl." She said finally, drawing the two men's attention. "They describe a masked woman in black attacking attackers." She spun her chair around to face them. "She put five would-be rapists in the hospital so far."

Snart shook his head disgusted. "Really, just the hospital."

Sara shrugged. "They got lucky, I had issues with killing."

"Are you sure it's her?" Oliver asked, coming over to take a look.

"Broken limbs, ruptured ear drums. Your sonic thing." Felicity pointed out.

"That's her." Oliver said, studying the data. "She's targeting criminals."

"Misogynist criminals." Felicity clarified..

"First the hoods, now her. Looks like you started a movement." Diggle said.

"I don't want to start a movement, so we catch her." Olive said firmly. "I'm not letting the city get overrun with vigilantes."

Felicity's phone started ringing. She looked down at it with a frown, then picked it up and answered it. "Hi, Detective." She began as Diggle and Oliver looked at her in surprise.

Felicity looked at Oliver concerned. "You need to go meet up with Lance as your better half."

John watched Oliver get ready for another night out until he left finally freeing John up for the night with Felicity. "Felicity, I need your help."

Felcity turned to him at the monet in confusion. "I'm going to be really busy in a moment John."

Diggle nodded in understanding. "I know that but we have a serious problem right now. I'm fairly certain a journalist has figured out Oliver's secret."

Felicity's eyes widened like a fish. "What? Why do you think he knows?"

Diggle shook his head. "He asked me questions about a party Oliver ditched me at."

Felicity shrugged. "That doesn't mean anything. Oliver used to ditch you all the time from what he tells me."

Diggle nodded. "Yeah. But at this particular party I was giving him an alibi by going out as the hood. Felicity this guy knows."

Felcitiy frowned well she should have no problem getting in. "What's his name and where does he work?"

"It's Clark Kent who I told you about earlier." Diggle replied.

Felecity looked at him. "I ran a background check on him earlier like you asked. If he was anymore flat he'd be dead."

Diggle nodded. "I know, that's why I need you to break into his work computer and see what exactly he knows."

Felicity went straight to work trying to get into his workstation. "Huh clever password, but not from me."

"What he use password for the password?" Diggle asked.

Felicity shook her head. "No, Kalel exclamation point percent sign 1933." Felicity's face quickly fell. "Aw crap!"

Diggle turned to her. "What?"

Felicity shook her head and kept clicking. "I just walked right into his trap card. It says thank Chloe and my babies are now downloading a couple thousand copies of Baby got Back by Sir Mix a Lot." To prove her point the music started playing.

Stein shook his head while most of the legends laughed. "How immature can you get?"

Jax on the other hand was in the middle of losing it. "Oh come on Gray this is hilarious."

"Sorry John but that was just a friendly warning shot if Oliver's out in the field I can't screw with the computers if it has firewalls like this."

Diggle nodded in understanding. "If you're good here I'm going to do my own investigation. Don't tell Oliver until we're sure yet."

"Good luck, and give him hell!" Felecity replied practically growling clicking the red x box and delete key. No one messes with her babies this Clark will pay.

Clark Kent sat in the cell head leaning back on the cell seeing the sandwhiches. "Well at least I know you're eating tonight."

Derrick looked at him with a growl. "You're hilarious kid."

"I try." Clark replied. "So, have you given my pitch any thought."

Derrick shook his head. "Kid, it's a very good idea but you don't need me."

"I need someone to look after it when I'm gone." Clark replied.

Derrick sighed. "Kid, you really gotta face it at some point."

Clark looked at him any happiness gone. "I'm not staying Derrick."

The olderman slammed his hands into the steel wall. "Damn it kid, when are you gonna face the facts. They ain't coming, they're either dead or comatose they would have reached out by now. You're hand cuffing yourself to a past that no longer exists." He took a moment to collect himself Clark has been hanging on to this and trapping himself for six months now. "Kid, they're gone the best thing you can do is accept it, move on, and see if you can start something with the nice phone girl."

Clark looked at him but turned away and slammed his eyes shut. He's going home. He's just not sure how yet.

Carter frowned in recognition. "He's in denial."

Kendra turned to him confused. "What do you mean?"

Carter pointed at the screen. "On the outside he might be trying to get home but he's taken a job, trying to start something with his life here, and a place to live deep down inside he knows he lives here. He just won't admit it."

Later that night, Oliver sighed and hit his comm piece. "Felicity, can you please stop listening to that song!"

"In a few more clicks." The girl decalred.

Officer Lance walked up onto the roof of the SCPD building. He looked around, and then found who he was looking for.

Oliver tapped the voice changer on his chest. "So... Miss Smoak gives you a way to call me now."

Lance frowned at the vigilante, and then walked briskly towards him. "She vouches for you." He said. "And you told me that you're trying to help the city without dropping bodies. That true?"

"What do you think?" The Arrow asked.

"Let's just say I'm willing to be convinced." Lance said finally. "This city is hurting. And the police?" He sighed. "I always thought we didn't need to go outside of law to find justice. But in light of recent events, I'm not so sure anymore." He lifted the file he was carrying, and then set it down on top of an air duct. "Barton Mathis." he said as The Arrow picked up the file to look through it. "The media calls him the Doll Maker. 'Cause he suffocates his victims with a flexible polymer that he pours down their throats and then he dresses them up like dolls. I put him away." He said emotionally. "Because of the quake, he's out and he's killing again."

Oliver looked at the photos of the previous victims, and then noticed the dates. "These are from six years ago." he said.

"That's my personal file." Lance replied.

"Maybe it's not just the file that's personal." Oliver pointed out.

Sara frowned knowing the truth. "Yeah, every girl was probably me in his eyes."

Ray shook his head. "I remember the crimce scene photos as long as someone stopped him it really didn't matter to me. Just that someone did."

"Mathis killed eight girls before I got him last time. I don't want any more on my conscience."

A pause. "So why don't you let the police do their job?" Oliver asked.

Lance scoffed. "I could say the same thing to you." Lance shot back. "They're spread so thin, they can't even risk letting the public know that Mathis is out. You said you're trying another way?" He asked rhetorically. "Maybe, I am too."

Somewhere downtown, a young woman had just left a boutique. She walked briskly to her car, alone in the dark. She hit her keyfob to unlock the doors, and then paused as she felt someone watching her. She looked around nervously, but saw nothing. Shaking it off, she got into her car and shut the door, never seeing the man who was sitting in her back seat.

Barton Mathis shot forward, clamping his hand over the woman's mouth. "You have such beautiful skin." He told her.

Kendra's skin crawled in pure disgust. "Wish I had my Mace on me."

Mick glared at the screen. He'd gladly pay this man a visit once the recordings are finished.

Sara shook her head. "This better not play out any differently because of big red."

Snart shook his head even if it does he'll pay a visit to Starling prison after this.

Clark's eyes shot open and he walked right to the door. "Hey, hey, you guys essentially kidnapped me for six hours. Let me out now!"

Rip looked at him surprised did he hear that?

Derrick looked at him. "Since when are you claustrophobic?"

"I have places to be." Clark replied.

Derrick shook his head seeing Clark at the door. "Well that changes everything. What are you doing?"

Unseen to Derrick Clark's eyes glow red and heat vision hit the door. "Looking for the break point all these old doors have one."

Rip shook his head. "Bugger!"

Ray turned to him confused. "Something wrong?"

"I think I know what our new friend is, I'll explain later. I just want one more thing to prove I'm right." Rip answered hoping he's not.

Derrick looked at him. "Sure"

Clark started to pull the door open. "Find it and the door cracks like an egg."

Derrick's eyes widened in surprised as he jumped up. "You can't just."

To Clark's surprise the hand of a suit pulls it right back closed. Clark smiles seeing Alderman Blood. "I was starting to wonder if Ted even got my message. Never expected to see you though."

Blood smiled showing the man next to him. "He got it, now can we please get Mr. Kent and his friend out of here before I slap this precinct with the mother of all lawsuits."

Clark looked at him as the officer opened the door. "So, we're free to go?"

Blood nodded. "You both are." He turned to Derrick. "You know I know this great place for..."

"Not interested." Derrick replied.

The officer opened the door as Clark and Derrick left the cell.

Clark shook his head and turned to Blood. "Don't bother been trying for 4 months now."

Derrick looked at Clark. "Kid, I might have been a prick with how I said it but doesn't make it any less true just think about what I said OK."

John walked into the Inquirer in a suit seemingly just another employee taking Clark's seat in the bullpen. Felicity might not be able to get in through the net but he should be able to through the ground as he typed in Clark's password. He opened his compiuter and for a moment almost pitied the man. There's nothing about this place that made it home. No pictures, no bylines on the desk, even the computer is a blank, makes his life easier but this is just sad.

Diggle shook his head and only wondered to himself. 'Who is Clark Kent?'

Dig opened the computer screens and saw the only thing that might be something the documents folder.

Oliver Queen

Dinah Lance

Potential Bart Allen

Kent Nelson

Ted Grant

Rus...Ops

Filler Stories

Diggle clicked on potential Bart and just saw a file for a Barry Allen in Central City and closed it.

Snart looked at it confused. "Wait, we're a little bit away from The Particle Accelerator and unlike Laurel that secret never went public. How does he know about Barry?"

Sara smiled. "Afraid he might know about you?"

"Yes, we can't stop someone like him." Snart answered.

He clicked Dinah Lance and got a read on for Laurel along with stories of Oliver's sudden new partner. He closes her file and Opens Ollie's and after seeing what is the equivalent of The Arrow for Dummies he downloads everything on Oliver and Laurel to a flash drive before deleting their files and leaving.

The scene changed to the Lair, where Felicity was busily scanning in Lances' file to their system.

Oliver walked back in from a quick patrol and immediately got to work. "Lance's file give you anything?" He asked the room in general.

"Last time the Doll Maker was active in Starling City, he ramped up to one kill every three days."

"That gives us two to catch him." Oliver stated. "Can we connect the victims?"

Dig pulled up photos of the victims on the digital board. His investigation can wait since he has the ammo. "Young. Pretty. According to Lance's file, he couldn't figure out how he chose them." Dig replied.

"As if porcelain dolls weren't creepy enough all on their own." Felicity said, looking at the photos.

"Barton Mathis doesn't have any family or known acquaintances." Diggle said, coming to stand next to her. Oliver took up position at the third screen. "Lone wolves are harder to catch."

Ray shook his head. "Who would want to know him?"

"But they do have the right to an attorney." Oliver noted. "Call Lance. Tell him to set up a meeting for tonight." He told Felicity.

"Where?" she asked.

"At the office of whoever represented Barton Mathis."

"So… I'm assuming this takes priority over finding out the identity of your secret admirer." She stated.

Diggle looked at them. "Actually, I have a lead on that. A journalist has an idea that it's Laurel, and that you're the Arrow."

Sara thought on it could be time could be anything at this point. The fact that this guy knows so much about her family worries her.

Oliver looked at Dig and shook his head. "Picked a swell time to drop this on us Diggle."

"Trust but verify." Dig replied.

Oliver grabbed his bow. "I got the girl covered." He said. "Laurel is obviously not the girl in black after last night and we'll deal with this guy tomorrow."

The scene shifted to the back alley behind Verdant. Roy was taking out the glass recyclables. He paused when he felt someone behind him, and turned to see The Arrow standing their silently.

"Hey." Roy said. "I was wondering when I was going to see you again."

"There's someone new in town, a woman." The Arrow said without preamble. "She's targeting men who target women."

"I know. I've seen her." He said, surprising Oliver.

"Find her, but don't engage." He told the younger man. "Leave that to me." Roy nodded, Oliver walked off.

Sara smiled thinking back to easier times. "Hey, this is when I beat up Roy! Good times."

Jax shook his head. As long as she's not beating him up.

The scene changed to the D.A.'s office. Donner and Laurel were walking in, looking around as workers swept up the shattered glass.

"The archer makes quite a mess." Donner noted wryly.

"No, Sara made the mess." Ray said with a smile. "Just saying"

Sara held a hand over her heart. "You wound me Palmer.

"I'll add that charge to the indictment." Laurel said with a smile.

"Well, you called it right." Donner admitted. "He showed."

"I know him pretty well." Laurel replied, not noticing her father entering behind her. "At least better than others."

"Better then most" Stein countered. "Given the look in her eyes I think Sara knows Oliver best."

Sara kept her mouth shut not falling on that trap.

"This place is a mess." Laurel turned around to see her father, a worried look on his face. "Twice in three weeks, you're ducking bullets."

"I'm fine." She told him.

"You don't look fine. You look tired." Quentin replied.

"I think I'll give you two a moment." Donner said, walking off and leaving the Lances alone.

"Did you just come here to tell me how tired I look?" Laurel asked acidly as she stalked back to her desk.

"No, I came here to check up on you and check up on some court records." Lance admitted. "Barton Mathis is out." He told her. "I'm looking for his attorney."

"Why?" she asked worriedly. "You're no longer a detective."

"Yeah, well, I'm just doing a little digging off the books." Lance said.

"Dad, this case… it took you to such a dark place last time." Laurel pointed out, even more worried now.

Sara smiled seeing her sister but frowned seeing this is the start of her spiral.

"Yeah, well, I think we both know that it wasn't Mathis who did that." Lance shot back tiredly. "Look, nobody knows this guy better than me, which means nobody's got a better chance of stopping him, ok? And that means every girl that he kills is like another one on my conscience."

"No." Laurel rounded her desk to stand in front of her father. "No, dad, it's not. Whatever guilt you're feeling… You're just using it to justify a vendetta." She told him.

Lance looked around at the devastated room. "Well, maybe I'm not the only one." He said pointedly, walking off and leaving her to mull that over as she stared at the board filled with all the info she had on the Vigilante.

The scene changed to Iron Heights.

Snart shook his head. "And now on 25 to life."

Kendra looked at him with a glare.

Ray just laughed. "There's nothing wrong with it, she walked. To this day I'm still not sure how in the name of all she walked but she did."

Thea hugged her mother as she came to visit. "Are you ok?" she asked.

"Oh, Thea, you have to stop asking me that every time you come to visit." Moira replied, as Thea lead her over to one of the visitor's tables.

"Ah, don't count on it." Thea replied.

"Well, then, I'm afraid you'll be asking me that for the next 25 to life." Moira quipped.

Ray pointed to the screen. "See, even she's laughing about it."

"Please don't talk like that." Thea asked sadly.

"Thea, there's not a lot of value in the power of positive thinking when you're being put on trial for mass murder." Moira pointed out.

"Let's just try to take things one step at a time, ok?" Thea said, lifting up the clothes she had laid on the table and showing her mother.

"Well, I'd have to check with my lawyer, but I don't think retail therapy is a viable legal strategy." Moira noted wryly.

"Well, I spoke with her, and she said that you can wear regular clothes to your pre-trial hearing." Thea said, laying the clothes back on the table. "So I picked these."

"Hmm." Moira sighed. "I wish the fashion police was all I had to worry about." She said.

"Please don't joke." Thea pleaded.

"Thea, listen to me." Moira said, placing her hands on Thea's shoulders. "I need you to understand what's happening here. 503 people are dead and there is a measure of guilt that is owed me. I'm ready to accept my punishment." Moira told her.

"Even if that means spending the rest of your life in here?" Thea asked.

"Yes." She said, and then embraced her daughter.

The scene changed to the Office of Tony Daniel, defense lawyer. It was late, and Tony had the lights off as he prepared to leave when Lance walked in.

"Tony Daniel?" Lance asked.

"Help you with something, Officer?" He replied as he continued to pack up his briefcase.

"Barton Mathis." Lance announced. "According to the D.A.'s office, you handled his post-trial appeals, and I'd like to know where he is."

"So you can give him a parking ticket or something?" Tony said snidely. "If you want to talk to me about one of my clients, come back with a detective shield. Or a court order."

Stein shook his head. "Seriously, he's going to protect the man?"

Sara groaned. "Either he doesn't know he's out yet because of the lockdown or it's just another welcome to Starling city.

He looked up to see Lance chuckling lightly. "What, you find that funny?" he asked hotly.

"Well, a little bit." Lance admitted, looking past the lawyer.

The first thing Tony saw was the shadow of a man in a hood. Slowly he turned around to see The Arrow standing there.

"Where do we find him?" the vigilante demanded.

"Iron Heights prison." Tony replied.

"He got out."

"What? How?" He was either feigning it, or he was genuinely surprised.

"You spent hours with him! Where would he run?" The Arrow demanded. "Where?!"

"I don't know, I-I swear!"

Oliver sighed heavily, then in one fluid motion drew an arrow and shot it into the lawyers shoulder. He screamed in pain, collapsing back into the desk as a startled Lance ran over to him.

Mick smiled seeing the sight of every lawyer he ever had taking one in the shoulder. "See, my type of vigilante."

Sara turned to him with a smile. "You know he can just as easily come for you right?"

Mick shrugged. "Not likely Snart only has us steal from banks and people that won't miss it."

"What the hell are you doing?!" Lance shouted. "I thought you were done killing people!"

"He'll live." The Arrow said.

"Yeah, but he'll report me to my lieutenant!" Lance complained.

"He won't talk to anyone."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Because he has another shoulder." The Arrow growled, then leaned down and pushed the arrow in deeper.

"Aah!" Tony screamed. "Oh, ok, ok, ok!" The Arrow backed off. Tony grasped his shoulder and groaned in pain. "There-there is another place." He said finally. "He was always drawing it. Sketching. His cell walls were covered with the place."

Jax shook his head. "The guy was protecting him. Should have shot him in the leg. Speaking from experience he'll remember the leg forever."

"Yeah, well, what's the place?" Lance demanded. "Was it in Starling City?"

"Yeah." Tony replied. "The Bisque Museum. He said the building reminded him of Germany. Where porcelain dolls were invented." He gasped as The Arrow let go of the arrow in his shoulder and stalked off.

"I'm sorry. I guess he just gets enthusiastic sometimes." Lance said, before following the vigilante out.

The scene changed to a street down in the Glades that held the Bisque Museum. Just down the road was a two-story brick apartment house, advertising rooms for rent. Inside the building Lance and the Arrow moved cautiously down the hall.

"The lady at the desk said a guy matching Mathis' description checked in last week, room 52." Lance told his new 'partner'. "And he paid in cash. Now listen," he added, "Just so we're clear, when we go through that door, we're here to arrest Mathis, ok, not to torture him."

The legends laughed at this scene. They're all rooting for Ollie's way.

"You asked for my help." The vigilante said.

"Yeah, and that wasn't easy, and neither is aiding and abetting." Lance said "And I am still a police officer."

"Do you want to catch him or not?" The Arrow asked.

Lance let out a long breath, then drew his sidearm. "Let's go." He said, leading the way. He reached the door and kicked it open, leading the way with his gun. He scanned the room, finding it empty of occupants- save for a small porcelain doll set up in front of a small table. On the front of the doll was an article clipped from an old Starling City Star newspaper with the headline 'Dollmaker Captured' over a photo of a younger Lance bringing Mathis in. On the table was an old style rotary phone- which started ringing a moment later.

Lance stared at the phone for several moments before finally picking it up.

"Detective." Barton's voice said. "It's been too long."

Oliver activated his com-link. "Felicity, I need a trace." He said quietly.

"On it." She said.

"You sick son of a bitch." Lance said into the receiver.

"Sick? I've never felt better." Mathis said with a smile in his voice. "Fresh air agrees with me."

"Yeah, well, don't get too used to it." Lance said. "I caught you before. It's just a matter of time before I do it again."

"Fair enough." He insane man replied. "In the meantime, however, I have someone who'd like to say hello to you. Say hello, dear." Lance heard a girl shrieking and crying over the line, and he grimaced. "She's a little inarticulate." Mathis said by way of an apology.

The joyful mood was brought to an abrupt end by everyone in the room.

Clark's eyes shot up at the familiar scream. "Thank god."

Cark ran to the voice and stopped seeing the arrow and a cop. As Oliver knotched an arrow seeing the man in the red jacket from the other day. "Keep him talking."

"She's done nothing to you. Please, don't hurt her, just let her go." Lance begged.

"And allow her to wither away in a mediocre and forgettable life." Mathis stated. "No. No, no, no, no, no. She deserves so much better." In the factory where he had set himself up, he walked over to table and picked up a large plastic container of liquefied polymer. "She deserves to see her beauty preserved." He continued as he walked back to the girl. She was strapped upright to a table, her arms held out to her sides. In her mouth was a plastic tube that was attached to a small, empty reservoir at the other end.

Stein paled at the position the girl was in. "Dear god."

Jax shared his dread he wasn't sure if this was Stein's fear or his but he doesn't question it.

Mick growled seeing the innocent girl tied down like that. Even for him this was sickening.

Ray stared at the screen down beaten seeing the Doll maker's next victim.

Snart frowned in sympathy. No one deserves to go out like that. Not even his old man.

Kendra leaned into Carter not wanting to see what's about to happen.

Sara frowned realizing the upcoming snuff film. Maybe if she had done more about letting girls in the glades know about her someone would have tipped off Sin before this happened.

Oliver kept an eye on the hero that attacked him last week as he just seemed to be walking the corners of the roof.

"Pristine. Forever. Don't worry."

Oliver watched as Clark seemingly disappeared and aimed around the room panicked.

"I will turn her into something spec..."

Lance heard the noise and hung up. "Bastard dropped the phone. Lance looked down and saw a terrorized girl clinging onto him for dear life.

Clark turned to Oliver. "Motion sickness yes or no?"

"No."

Clark grabbed Oliver and the two disappeared in Lance's eyes.

The legends all let out a cheer. Sara let out the loudest at another change to a potential better future.

Lance looked down to the terrified girl. He's in a bit of shock at this turn of events. But this puts the guardian angel debate to an end for him. Fact! "Hey it's OK, you're OK."

The girl kept crying neither even noticing what's on her mouth until Lance took it off. "I was so scared!"

"I'm a police officer. You're safe now." Lance assured her.

Oliver came out of superspeed and wobbled next to the machine.

Clark looked at him. "Liar!"

Oliver glared at him but didn't move.

All the legends cracked smiles at the scene seeing these two trying to get along.

Sara smiled at the scene seeing the girl saved another addition to Clark's accomplishments in Star City.

Clark went through the fresh hole in the wooden wall he made saw debris on the bed seeing exactly where Mathis landed. "You gotta be kidding me!"

Oliver ran into the room. "What's wrong?"

Clark pointed to the bed. "The dollmaker was right here I wanted to get the girl away from here as fast as I could."

Oliver shook his head. "Felicity, I need a trace, where is he?"

"Trace him! I don't even know where you are! The map's still locating you!" Felicity shouted.

Clark put his fist through the concrete wall not seeing him in X-ray. "And I can't find him unless he goes on another monologue."

Oliver looked at him. "Hey, you did the right thing getting the hostage away." He watched Clark walk away. "Aren't you going to try to stop me?"

Clark stopped at the top of the stairs. "No" He just somberly walked out knowing Mathis is still on the streets but at least he has a lead now.

Oliver just let him go.

Clark walked into his office as a civilian and saw his desk with his nametag boxed up and nothing else. Maybe he should have decorated more. He turned to his boss. "What's this?"

"You're fired."

Ray shook his head defunding the police fundraisers unless Felicity bankrupted the company doing something crazy. Though given she's alive it's likely anna is running Palmer Tech.

Clark's eyes rose. "For what!?"

His boss shook his head. "You haven't checked in all day, You didn't have anything that mgiht be a story, you're fired."

Clark turned to him. "How about police corruption?"

"They nearly took down the vigilante they're doing their job." His boss finished. "Feel free to collect unemployment."

Clark grabbed the latch on his computer and ripped it open taking both hard drives out and quietly walked out the office. Meaningless job anyway.

The boss walked to the IT guy. "Does he have any stories we can use?"

"Sir, he never uploaded anything into the cloud and the first thing he did was turn off the automatic uploads to the cloud. He just left with all his stories."

The boss groaned, and he's fighting him on unemployment now.

Clark walked down the block. And got a text he opened and saw. 'Bad day, you never texted?'

Clark smiled and typed back. 'arrested, fired, I think bad day covers it.'

Carter shook his head, He knows he's venting but he did a lot of good today.

Clark waited for the reply he expected a lot of replies. The last of which was 'don't worry be :)'

Clark smiled and laughed. 'Well while you're in such a funny mood. I'll let you know I'm off to buy some femenine hygiene products.'

'Wait what?'

"Such an interesting super hero." Snart quipped.

'you there'

'you can't end a talk like that'

'is there a girl'

'stop ignoring me'

Clark laughed and texted back. 'Now I feel better, you up for a drink?'

'Can't working tonight, as for tomorrow I recommend Summer Rain'

Clark smiled and texted. 'You're not that cute.'

'I'm adorable. Good night.'

Clark texted back. 'Good night' and sped off.

Author Notes

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