“I told you we should have had him declared a criminal. An enemy of the state.” Hank marched into the room and threw the latest committee report onto the table between them.
GRRR!!! Just like Yvonne!! POV switch!!
“Long, senseless meeting in which it was once again concluded that no one can find HG Wells anywhere. That man has vanished.”
LOL!!!! HG Wells was who he wanted to declare enemy of the state??
Every one at the Ministry felt it. It was a ghostly presence over the entire operation. But not one else was married to a family member. No one else went home after a long, hopeless day, and stood outside their home and wondered... if the person they loved most in the world... still existed.
OH!!!!!!!!!!!! That's so sad!!!!!!
(and... that's "no one else..." not "not"
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“The smoke...?” She pulled away, looking offended. “Very funny. There’s no- oh, shoot! That dish was going to be edible, Hank, I swear!”
LOL!!! That's so cute!! And so great!! So Elise got Lane cooking genes and Kent singing genes? <G>
But the idea of actually doing it, of actually holding a weapon of any sort on Tempus curdled her blood. Because he would love it. And he would know, in the very instant, that he had won. Utopia, though still existing, would be defeated if any of them had to resort to violence to defend it.
WOW!! That's... deep... great insight...
As for Hank, Madge wasn’t entirely confident he would see things as she did, that using violence against Tempus was anathema to everything Superman was. So, she had sent him home and left without his knowing.
He would be beyond furious with her in the morning, but it was her dearest wish that she could diffuse his anger by telling him her gamble had paid off, and all was finally well.
Awww! And here I thought she sent Hank home to be with Elise... not that little bit of subterfuge... but I understand.
Madge didn’t even want to think about what would happen if he got lost... the time they would waste finding him...how tempted she would be to leave him behind...
“I put a signal on him,” Petal said, reading her mind, and proving to her, once again, why she was such a grand assistant. “It’s in his shoe.” She held up the signal tracker and showed her the moving, blinking light.
ROTFLMAO!!!!!!!!!
“Very good. And now, let’s go see him, shall we?”
Hrmm... I get the idea you mean Tempus here... but last, we were talking about Andrus. Just thought I'd mention...
Overall... WOWIE!!!!! So... it's Tuesday already, right? /me checks the calendar... drat.
I wish I could sit here and be as insightful as Sheila... but she does it so much better, doesn't she? And besides, I'm kinda sleepy... it's almost 4 am.
Sara (who's wondering if she really *needs* sleep... there's writing to do...)
