Hi Barbara!
This will be a perfect waste of money given that I can fly. No adventure park could possibly live up to what I can do above the clouds. But I've dreamed of a roller coaster ride ever since I was a little boy. My parents promised to take me one day, but they died in that car crash before we could go.
Poor dear. Very vivid!
That's when I hear a desperate voice. “Mommy! Daddy!”
I know that voice. Lois!
So much for keeping a distance
Turning my head, I spot her immediately, right as she cries again. “Mommy! Daddy!”
Oh dear. Lost Girl. /looks at title/ Oh. Duh!
Then I went searching for Mommy and got lost.” She scrunches up her face and the tears come anew.
Oh boy.
Why did he even leave her?
SAM: I told her to stay.
Lois seems to sense my unease. “What if we don’t find them? I don’t want to be all alone.”
“You’re not alone, Lois,” I say softly. “I’m not going to leave your side until we’ve found your parents.”
And taking her home would be…awkward. Same goes for telling the local park staff who it is and where she lives.
It almost seems like they’re more preoccupied with their fight than with actually finding her in the crowd.
Noooo…
It would be sad funny if the continued to bicker while she’s standing there and they just tell her to be quiet while the grown-ups discuss finding her.
“She's five, Sam. Waiting two minutes seems like an eternity to her.”
She’s also Lois. Waiting *any* moment is too much.
Suddenly I feel like I’m back on the street, watching the tragedy unfold as an intoxicated driver didn't see my parents coming when he turned onto the street.
My pulse thunders in my ears
I'm not going to be too late again.
Oh dear!
“You saved her, son!” He says hoarsely, his eyes wide with shock. “First you found her in the park and then you saved her from getting overrun by a car.”
Find Lois and Saving Lois are his two specialties.
“No, don't go.” Lois cries. She rushes towards me and wraps her little arms around my belly. “Please don't go. I need you, Clark. Don't leave me.”
That’s not good.
“Of course you must come! A dinner at our home is the least we can do to thank you for saving our daughter’s life.” Her father pulls out a business card. “Wait a moment, I’ll give you our address. How about next Saturday?”
Oh dear oh dear.
As I watch them leave, I’m not quite sure whether I’m in Heaven or in hell.
You’re at the mercy of an Evil Writer.
CLARK:
/eyes calendar/
Michael
