You Need to Be Corrected, David

Whooo! At the North Pole, the bitterly cold wind whipped up ice and snow that had never melted for a thousand years, blotting out the sunlight. Its mournful howls sounded like ghosts wandering the frozen tundra, endlessly wailing. Inside the Fortress of Solitude, Clark once again used the ship's records to see whether his cousin Kara Zor-El had adjusted well to life on Earth. On the screen, a tall blonde woman dressed like an ordinary office worker walked down the streets of a modern city.