Clark was out and about. There wasn't much to do in a place like this where life was... Well, certainly slower than his life in Smallvile which was...surprising. At least in Smallville, there were things to do. Here? Here he found himself at a loss--uncertain what he was supposed to do with himself. At least in Smallville, he had a farm. Making a farm, here, felt a little too much like resigning to one's fate. As if they'd never get out and back home and it was too early for Clark to do that.
So, instead, he roamed. He memorized every inch of the place. Memorized the faces of the people who were here, though, new ones were arriving all the time (and that was, quite, concerning). He wondered how it was that it happened. Sometimes he wondered if they were aboard a ship like Brainiac's. He was tempted to believe this was part of, perhaps, his plan, but seeing people from various multiverses had put a kebosh on that. And, with his X-Ray vision, nothing was revealed.
He was about to head home when he heard something familiar -- a single scraping loose followed by a yelp. On instinct, he flew into action. Costume change. Speed run. Launch into the sky. And he was swooping in and catching someone mid-air, hovering up in the sky above the their little village and roof tops. He offered the young man in his arms a nod and trademark smile.
"You should be more careful, son," he said as he slowly descended to the ground. "I'm not entirely sure we're equipped with the tech to deal with serious injuries."