“No, not really, but I won’t hold it against you if you want to give me some.”
“Should I start with murder?”
See? *points to DP headline again*
Lois paced the section of the park where the man’s booth had been set up, checking for mirrors, trap doors, manholes covers to sewer lines, invisibility tarps, and anything else she could think of which might logically explain how everything, including the crowd of spectators it seemed, had vanished into thin air.
Time machine?
“No,” the woman replied, leaning forward to whisper, “Superman?”
*eyes narrow*
“Sarah,” the woman said, standing taller causing her shoulder length brown hair to brush her shoulders.
It would make more sense if this were April instead of July.
(Onward to part 3!)
