Catching up on reading and posting feedback. I was very much looking forward to the first posting from Highway, and this certainly did not disappoint.
I wasn't sure if you would include the amnesia or not, but I have learned to trust you, so I knew whatever you did would be just perfect. And it was.
I think my favorite part of this might have been Lois waiting to hear news from Clark. This was so poignant:
The night crawled on - hour after desolate hour - and Lois continued her vigil at the window. She took Clark's watch from her bag and held it against her cheek, listening as it marked the passing of time and wishing it was Clark's heartbeat.
She took out his wallet and brought it to her nose. It still smelled of new leather - she couldn't detect a trace of Clark. She opened it and found the folded piece of paper on which he had written his poem.
She read it slowly - a tear-hampered journey that elicited the entire spectrum of emotions. Upon reaching the final line, she stopped for a moment and sucked in a shuddery breath.
I absolutely adore this story. I'm already getting a bit sad just thinking that we are on our last leg of this 4-part journey. I don't want it to end!
Off to comment on Part 2.
ETA: Oh, I had to come back and comment on something else. After it became apparent Clark *did* have amnesia, I expected a scene of Clark alone in a room, similar to what we saw on the show. What I *didn't* expect was this:
He sat unmoving on the concrete, one leg arched, one straight, his wrist resting on his knee.
Talk about deja vu. No wonder Lois reacted the way she did.
