He unlocked the door, handed her a paper bag with something soft in it. “Inside, strip down and put these on,” he ordered.
Yikes! Even an intrepid reporter like Lois doesn't run into this every day.
Lois heard a key turn in the door lock and got to her feet, prepared to rush the door. Nobody was going lock Lois Lane in an empty cell and get away with it.
Ahh, I adore this woman.
Lois ran over to the man. He seemed familiar. Dark haired, broad-shouldered. Kal-El? She touched his shoulder and he shuddered as she moved to look at his face – it was Clark. He’d lost his glasses, there was a strange necklace around his neck, his face was bruised and swollen, and there was blood on his face, but he was definitely her missing partner, Clark Kent.
“Oh, my God, what have they done to you?” she gasped. “They said they had someone named Kal-El.”
“Shh,” Clark croaked out. “They’re listening.” She bent closer to listen. “They think I’m him.”
(snip)
“Look Cl . . .”
“Kal-El,” he interrupted, keeping his voice low. “That’s who they think I am.”
Ok, so she hasn't figured it out even without the glasses (Lo-is!) and he seems determined not to tell her. I could knock them both over the head. I hope he doesn't die before she finds out. (Of course, I hope he doesn't die at all!)
Intriguing story!
