They followed him into the house, where a woman stood waiting. Like Jordan, she was starting to show signs of age, but she still seemed fairly attractive.
So, found new love again?
“Honey, this is my time-traveling great-grandmother.”
That’s like saying ‘this is my crazy uncle’
“Grams, this is Agnes: once the former Mrs. Superman, now the Mrs. *former* Superman!” He pressed a kiss into her hair.
/scratches head/ Why would he…she seemed not very reasonable 30 years ago…
Owen froze, his head cocked to the side. “Cathod mewn cymysgydd!” he suddenly shouted.
Gesundheit? Cat on a tree?
Once I figure out who's responsible for this, I don't care if it's Wells or Tempus; he is going to *pay*!” By the time she finished, she was breathing heavily. Lois unclenched her fist and tried to relax again.
Agnes turned to Jordan. “Is that where your uncle Hershel got it from?” she asked him.
The babbling or the getting angry at people?
Lois smiled. “That's wonderful!” She thought for a moment. “So, who's Bobby Clark?”
The two froze, staring at her silently. The mirthful atmosphere vanished.
“Owen mentioned him,” Lois said, beginning to feel slightly uncomfortable. “He said I had to meet him, and that you'd explain...” She trailed off.
Uh-oh…
“There's been talk about congress wanting to regulate pedestrian air-traffic,” Jordan said, the corner of his mouth quirking, “though they can't seem to agree on how. And, here we are!”
Bobby Clark Kent Memorial Hospital
Uh-oh.
Xenobiology Research And Medicine
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