Clark couldn't find any leads on the strange symbol in his room. Standing by the window, he noticed that the light in his sister's room next door had dimmed. Could she be up to something without telling him?
As he pondered over this, he walked next door and knocked on the door.
Rosemary, in her pajamas, rubbing her eyes, showed signs of slight fatigue.
"Clark? What's up?"
"Did you go to bed?" Clark was surprised. "I'm sorry, I saw your light dimmed and thought you..."
"Thought what?" Rosemary yawned lazily, seemingly not understanding Clark's implication.
Clark felt sorry for his suspicion and was also charmed by his sister's adorable appearance. She had dealt with so many people today and accomplished so much—she must be worn out! And he, as her brother, had suspected that she would act alone without telling him. He was too suspicious, too distrustful of his adorable sister!
