I'm alternating between saying ARRRRGGGGHHHH and a very contemplative "hmmmmmm." This part was VERY interesting, Wendy! Especially since they've been showing "Ghost" on HBO in the mornings lately while I've been getting ready for work, the timing of this story has been perfect (apropos of nothing). :p
One little niggle - you might want to change the words "dressing table" to something else - in my mind, women have dressing tables (maybe) while men have dressers, bureaus, vanity tops to their sinks (I can't remember if the mirror is in Clark's bathroom or bedroom, sorry), etc. "Dressing table" sounded too feminine for a man's apartment.
I'm just figuring that Clark can touch her and now hear her because of his superpowers - especially now that he's aware that she's ...er...there, he can push his senses beyond the boundaries of mortal men (sorry :rolleyes: ) to pick up sensory cues that the rest of us probably still wouldn't notice. VERY nice - I loved that they could hold each other, Clark's joy at being able to hold and touch her, the lifting of some of Lois's desperation by knowing that she's not alone, the kiss was wonderful, and then we come crashing down to earth at the realization that as wonderful and miraculous as it is for them to be togethr and close and holding each other and aware that each loves the other, Lois is *still* dead. Damn.
