Lana took the pictures as carefully as they were handed to her and studied them. He looked just like the Clark she knew, with the addition of glasses. She ran her fingers down the edge. They looked so happy, just like she and Lex had been before she was transported by some higher power to this place. Her lips curled into a small, sad grin and a tear fell down her cheek, another waiting to break free from her other eye. A man like him should have never died so young, or even died at all.