Lois picked up the pen and paused.
Last time, she had given him a crayon - because a crayon couldn't be used as a weapon.
A pen could be used to stab ... but ... he wouldn't do it.
She was sure he wouldn't do it.
And she was tired of jumping at every possible shadow.
She picked up the Daily Planet and the notepad, lingered for a moment at the door as she looked at the rods, and then continued down the stairs without one.
She unlocked the door.
She pushed it open.
She crouched low and looked around the doorjamb.
He hadn't moved from the back wall, but he was looking directly at her.
She put the newspaper on the floor, and added the pen and the notebook.
She lifted her eyes and met his again.
Thanks!
Corrina
