Clark slumped on the couch, lost in a sea of despair. Had it not been for Rose's intervention, he would still be oblivious to the danger Carol was in.
How many hidden truths were lurking behind this predicament?
"Clark, drink up, will you?" Jack offered him a glass, speaking earnestly. "Solitary contemplation won't solve anything. Once we get the results from the tests, everything will be clear."
"No, it won't be that simple." Clark felt as though he had led Rose into a foggy maze with no clear direction in sight. The exit seemed so far away.
"Clark, when did you become such a pessimist?" Jack insisted, nudging the glass closer.
Clark accepted the drink, but his heart wasn't in it. "It's not pessimism."
It was the reality of their situation, the mounting evidence that offered no reason for optimism.
Where was Carol? Was she safe? No one could answer him.
