Eek! I missed alot. Ok fdking all the parts I missed. <G> Hehe.
The snippety woman sighed over-loudly and continued looking down her nose at Lois. The woman was peering over a pair of those stupid reading glasses that Lois was sure she wore simply to make her *appear* intelligent.
ACK! Stupid snobby people. Smack those glasses off her face! Grrrr
Two rows in and four over. She looked for the three headstones that marked the home of her loved ones. Daddy. Mother. Lucy...
And then she gasped in horror.
There was a fourth headstone.
Lois Lane. 1967-1993.
*plays dramatic music*
Dead.
Dead people didn't have homes. No friends. No job. No family. No life.
Now that she was finally back, what on Earth was she going to do?
Awwwwwww!!!
She felt... dumb. Mad Dog Lane would have thought of all of this before. Heck, Mad Dog Lane would have found his apartment first, gone straight there and knocked on the door.
She'd written a letter instead. Letters were cowardly.
Hmph! She needs a ego boost. Send her on over. I'll cheer her up.
"Sir, the subject has arrived in Metropolis. She came in demanding to see the Mayor, just as you thought she would, sir."
"I trust you followed her?"
"Of course, sir. She's staying at the Apollo Motel. Shall I make the acquisition?"
"No, not just yet, let her get comfortable. Watch her. We'll see what she does. Her family's dead and the only person she knows is Mayor White. It won't be a necessity until he's back in town. Let her think she's safe for now."
"Affirmative, sir."
"Good work, Johnson."
Ah, Crap! I knew there was something bad. Of course...not one, not two. But a zillion freaking things. You overangsty evil
person.
ARGH! Your evil, Sara.
Rach(Who is onto the next part, cause she was lazy
)
