The desks and anachronistic telephones were gone; instead, several sleek terminals dotted the room, hooked up to strange machines that Lois couldn't even try to identify.
/scratches head/
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Lois knew a better way to find out what she needed. She took a deep breath and started climbing up.
Oooh!
if anything, Metropolis seemed to gleam a bit.
Because they now have a cleaning troupe that can fly?
“Help, Superman!”
Nothing happened.
Uh-oh?
“Gorhennain!” he suddenly shouted, picking her up and twirling with her into the air. “I can't believe it; it's really you!”
What the…?
hearing Superman speak with a British accent,
Oh.
“When did you arrive, Gorhennain? I had no idea you were even in town!”
Well…they certainly gotten accustomed to Lois popping up all over the place.
making Superman's identity public by putting it in a movie that was being written by an idiot.
Didn’t *Lois* basically write the new version of the movie…?
Owen laughed. “Well, if it makes you feel better, that movie you're talking about got an award for Best Screenplay.”
“That—doesn't actually make me feel much better, no,” Lois admitted.

“Bobby Clark!” Owen shouted, grinning at her again. He stepped closer and grabbed her hand. “Gorhennain, come with me! You *have* to see Bobby Clark!”
Considering what’s going to happen next, *why* is Owen *grinning*?

Michael