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somewhere in kansas } { of memories that go unremembered and then

He wakes up in a field in the middle of nowhere.

That's all he knows.

He doesn't know his name, where he is, or where he's been, but he knows that he's here, in this field, and the field is made of corn. That's all he really needs to know. Well, no, that isn't entirely true. His name would be very helpful. But for right now, he knows that there's a field. There's corn. And he's got this nagging feeling that he's not where he's supposed to be.

He pushes himself to his feet slowly, trying to find some kind of sign to tell him where he is or what he's supposed to be doing there. He catches the flash of headlights, and something in his brain tells him that there's a road there. He dusts himself off and starts stumbling forward, looking for that car, to see if he can get some kind of help.

Every instinct he has screams that this is wrong, but he doesn't know why. He just wants some answers. Maybe that will trigger something. He stumbles out into the street, waves a hand, and tries to get the oncoming car to stop.

Maybe they'll be able to tell him something he doesn't know.

In fact, he's pretty sure they will.

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Lois has driven down this road what seems like a million times, and for the most part, it's an uneventful thing, which is so much more than she could say for most other things in this town. Behind this wheel she could escape, just turn on some classic rock and let everything go. It was safe.

Until giants suddenly start filing out of the corn and into the road.

She stomps hard on the break to avoid hitting him and rolls down her window.

"Nice move, Andre," she says. "Try looking both ways next time."

"Sorry?"

It's all he really could say. She has a point -- he should have looked both ways, but at least she stopped as opposed to blaring right past him. This way, he could ask her questions!

"I just -- where am I?"

She rattles off the name of the street, assuming that's what he meant.

"Though if you've managed to get lost in this town, you might wanna tell Jim Beam goodbye."

She also assumes he's done some drinking at some point in the past twenty-four hours. She's Lois; assumptions are hard-wired into her DNA.

"No, you don't understand."

He realizes that this is just going to make him seem even more drunk, but he has to at least to try.

"I don't know where I am. I just -- woke up here, and I don't remember anything." It's probably not the safest thing to admit, but she seems trustworthy enough.

Her eyebrows go up a bit, simultaneously trying to decide what this guy is on, if helping him is worth the risk, and the un-freakin-believable luck she has.

"Lucky for you--" She pauses as her eyes are drawn down to the 'Hello, my name is' sticker on his chest. "--Sam, I happen to have experience with this kind of thing." She tips her head in the direction of the passenger seat. "Get in."

"Sam?" He follows the line of her eyes down to his shirt, before shrugging. "Right. Sam."

Because that's really helping his case. He does as he's told, however, and gets into the passenger side of the car. It feels -- odd. Everything should feel odd, but this feels strange on a different level that he can't quite place yet.

"I'll give you this much," she says as she starts down the road, "you're a lot more coherent than the last guy."

Sam considers that for all of a second, before he raises and eyebrow, along with a bit of a smirk. "You make a habit of picking up amnesiacs in corn fields?"

"Hey, it's not my fault Shoeless Joe decided to loose the rest of his clothes along with his memories. Seriously, they should build the damn stadium already."

He laughs softly, before leaning back in the seat. "Even if they did, I don't think they would appreciate the naked amnesiac wandering around."

"Speak for yourself," she mumbles under her breath, thinking back on the day Clark Kent came into her life. She quickly realizes that maybe that wasn't the best thing to say to a complete stranger.

Lois just goes on like it never happened.

"So, any theories about the 'hello, my name is' sticker?"

He glances down at the sticker on his chest, taking a moment to play with it before shrugging. "Whoever put me in the field has a weird sense of humor?" It's all he can think of because he doesn't have any other kinds of answers.

He rolls his shoulder before turning back to the window. "Maybe I was at some kind of convention before I lost my memory?"

"A convention for what, dairy farmers?"

He gave her an innocent shrug, before looking back out the window again. "I don't know. I'm the one without the memories remember?"

He's quiet for a moment, just watching the world as it passes by. That feels familiar, it feels right, but he has no idea why. "I just ... know I'm not supposed to be here."

Lois turned a corner. "Right now you need to be in Smallville Medical. Hopefully there's something they can do."

He nodded as he watched her drive. "Great. Smallville Medical, here we come."

"I take it you're not a fan of hospitals."

"Is anyone?" He is, he just has no idea why. That is his way of covering.

"You'll thank me when you remember who you are. Which I hope happens as quick as the last guy."

At this point she just knew she was going to end up taking him back to her place until then, and him staying any longer than Clark had been scrambled? Not such a good plan.

"Me too. This is ... weird."

He hates that he can't remember anything. He feels like he's forgetting something really important, but he can't put his finger on what.

Lois glances over. "You remember something?"

She's hoping, even if it's something small. At the very least it'd be a good sign.

He shakes his head. "Nope. Pretty much everything is a blank still."

He wishes he could. But there are too many contingencies and things not going right here.

She sighs, not getting the answer she was hoping. Luckily the hospital is just ahead.

She pulls into the parking lot, wasting no time unbuckling herself. "Alright, fall in, double time."

She is not joking, Sam, she will leave your ass, even if your ass is the reason she's here.

Thankfully, Sam has really long legs and is good at keeping up. He sighs heavily before following her, looking around at the hospital and seeing if there was anything he recognizes. Maybe this is home, he just hasn't figured it out yet.

Lois has been through all this before and knows what to expect, and look, she even knows this guy from last time.

"Hi, remember me? I found another one."

The orderly glanced back at Sam. "At least you dressed him this time."

"Oh, no, he was like this when I found him. Even came with a nametag. He's Sam."

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