Hi Mary and a Happy New Year to you, too!
His head felt like it had been opened with a rusty can-opener, stuffed with rocks, and then nailed shut
Awww, just like Ralph feels after ‘working late’.
A pair of hands came forward, helping him to sit up on what he gradually realized was his sofa.
Oh, good. Clark *hasn’t* brought him to Michel’s parents’ place.
CLARK: You think I’m stupid?
ER: /no comment/
Telepathy! Michel stared at Clark in awe. 'Can you hear what I am thinking, now?' he thought at Clark.
“Superman went back and put out the fire while you were resting,” Clark continued, sitting down beside him on the sofa.
Apparently, not.
Michel sighed. 'Clark, you thick-skulled oaf!' he mentally grumbled.
“Or, if you prefer,” Clark went on, “we can just wait until you're feeling better.”
LOIS: Tell me about it.
—A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.
Ooooh! Suzanne?
“I'll get it,” Clark offered, placing a hand on Michel's shoulder to prevent him from making a second attempt. He reached the door just as another, louder knock sounded.
Will she think Clark’s Michel? How are they explaining the two Michels?
SUZANNE: Two Michels?
Oh là là, I can work with that.
Oh, good Lord, it was Susanne!
Clark paused with his hand on the doorknob and turned to him, suddenly beaming. “Hey!” he exclaimed, loud enough that pretending not to be home was no longer an option, “I heard that!”
Emotion-activated telepathy!
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go stand next to George RR Martin so I can look punctual by comparison.
Also, at this point, he’s still on track, if the mountains blow in the Winds like leaves in 2017:
http://winteriscoming.net/2016/01/13/graph-provides-perspective-on-the-winds-of-winter-delay/Looking forward to your next attempt at cutting the Mereneese Knot!
Michael