She loved only Max. Could Clark be right? After all, whenever she thought about her feelings for Max, that was how she always thought of them - like words running through her mind.
Yay! She knows something is off. And her mind won't stop worrying about that little inconsistency. Once she starts thinking about it, it'll tantalize her and taunt her until she lets the sunshine in.
Clark Kent was the most annoyingly annoying man she had ever met! Now there was someone she could easily describe her feelings for. He was...
“Annoying,” she said. “Infuriating. Maddening. Loathsome. Despicable. Arrogant. Presumptuous. Overbearing. Sexy...”
This was great!
“Superman!” Star exclaimed when she noticed Superman floating outside her window. She rushed over, throwing the window open. “I didn’t expect to see you today. I was sort of expecting to hear something from Clark, though.”
So... the plan to escape wasn’t dead. If she could look at the diaries, read them, and figure out why he’d hidden them from her, she might be able to find a new way off this island. Besides, the very fact that he’d hidden them from her told her this was something she needed to see.
Uh-oh! What's going to happen first - Lois regaining her memory or Lois finding out the secret? Or simultaneously?
She pushed the thought away with a growl, refusing to dwell on that aspect of last night. Whether or not she had enjoyed herself was irrelevant. It wasn’t as if it were going to happen ever again.
So why exactly did that thought leave her feeling vaguely depressed?
Yes, that is a very depressing thought.
“Now, I’m sure Clark must have some herbal... Oh, great! Perfect choice. Rosemary."
Ah, rosemary for remembrance!
“Whoa. Talk about your powerful sexual energy. If that had been any hotter, the entire cabin would have burst into flames."
