Nora Smith clutched the edge of the rooftop tightly, and his head went down for a while.

"Asher Hawn, you mustn't have anything to do!" Nora Smith muttered to himself.

She was about to call Clark and ask him to send for Asher Hawn when she heard a familiar, magnetic voice coming from behind her, "Nora Smith."

Asher Hawn?

Nora Smith looked back and saw Asher Hawn in a wheelchair.

"Asher Hawn, I wish you were all right!" Nora Smith threw himself at him.

She crouched down, her head buried in Asher Hawn's lap.

Asher Hawn reached out and rubbed Nora Smith's hair, and a magnetic voice sounded, "Fool, what...