"What storm?" Lois asks.

Clark lands behind Lois, breathless. "You saved her with a boombox ."

"Thank you, Lois."

Mira falls to her knees, solid. Alive.

The rain over Smallville wasn't rain. It was the sound of frequencies bleeding.

A woman. Flickering. Made of sound and memory.

Clark's brow furrowed. "You think someone's hiding a message in audio channels ?"