"There are no photographs," she said. "I remember Paul had one on his desk and a couple on his wall."
Huh.
"No." Clark stepped back, revealing the deep bottom drawer of the file cabinet was stacked with twenty-ounce bottles of root beer.
Huh.
"I wouldn't have predicted it," Lois said. "But Paul had a lot of contacts - perhaps one of his sources likes it."
Huh.
"I think we should check out Paul's home," Lois said.
"Are you expecting to find something there?"
"Yes," Lois said grimly. "Linda."
Lois had gone to sleep with questions about Linda's 'opportunity' simmering in her mind, feeling silly that she, a woman married to the most wonderful of men, was wasting her time reliving a meaningless fit of teenage jealousy when she should have been trying to piece together the clues and make progress towards stopping Tempus.
/squints eyes/ Is she merging with teen-Lois?
"But if Tempus is Paul, and he's planning to kill Lois, why would he take *Linda* to New Jersey now?"
Well…it might kill young Lois if she found out?
There was a blur of movement, and then Clark stood before her, fully dressed.
"Do you have a reverse button?" Lois asked. "And slo-mo?"
and Lois was having a shower."
Michael
