by Artemis:
Also, sea vans (the containers ships use to ship goods) do have wooden floors like a loading pallet because the corrugated metal isn't strong enough to hold the load.
Thank you! I had no idea, and I was wondering "What would have metal walls but a wooden floor?"
I'm always amazed at the depth of knowledge to be found here on the boards (usually serendipitous!)
Lois tried to think of reasons that someone would kidnap her, but grew depressed when she realized there were numerous people who might hold a grudge against her.
Hee hee hee. I guess that's the price she pays for being such a good reporter.
Then again, why would they go to all the trouble of locking her up in this dark space just to drug her again?
Yeah, why is she there? What do they want? Ominous thoughts rumble through my head.
Clark was her only hope. He might have his faults, but she couldn't think of a single time Clark had let her down when it was really, really important.
Ooh, I love this line! It's so true.
He turned in the seat to fully face her, his expression earnest. "You don't have to worry about the airfare--."
Another wave of panic washed through her as he spoke - did she really want to be beholden to Clark because he paid for her ticket too?
This was a great little scene - I can just see Clark, all nervous because he's finally worked up the courage to tell Lois his secret, and then she goes and interrupts him! The knee jerking was a wonderful image too.
Of course, since Bobby was waiting right there, it's probably a good idea he didn't tell her then.
"If you want to go incognito, Lois, you should lose the vanity plates."
Yeah, Lois, and don't have the Daily Planet publish your photos all over the place with the caption, "The Hottest Team In Town"! It just might interfere with the incognito.
She should have said 'yes, I'll go to Kansas with you'. She wanted to explain to him that she had been caught off-guard by his invitation, but Clark's brooding demeanor only increased her anxiety so she said nothing.
I love how you crank up the angst-o-meter.
