Lois hung up the phone and started to move toward her bedroom. She might as well get some sleep. Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day.
That having been said; if anyone feels compelled to write a fic exploring this 'next day' and subsequent developements I'd have no problem with that. Have at it.
Umm... not at this time. But it did remind me of the challenges (and bodies) you left strewn all over the boards a few years back. Do you have any more of those death traps lying around?
Michael, who looks forward to seeing Clark die in 2012.
