Ooooooh! Update!
"You ... er... you didn't recognise her voice?" Clark asked.
"Then where are we?"
"1985."
"Maybe Tempus sent him to the future," Lois said. "But wherever he is, I bet he's one very angry editor. He didn't like being pushed around by anyone."
I'm longing for a shower. Want to come with me?"
"Ah ... " Clark picked up the copy of The Daily Planet. "I've been intending to read this - catch up on 1985."
"Sure?"
No, he wasn't. But ... "I showered earlier."
Oh Clark… /shakes head/
But none of that had been enough to dissolve the heavy burden of guilt that had solidified in his gut during the long hours as he had watched her slide to her death.
Michael, who’s now waiting patiently for the much hinted at bodily transference, a.k.a. body swapping.