She was on her own. Only she could save Clark.
Actually, that’s not all that different from her normal relationship with Clark.
There hadn’t been anything there either, unless it was squirreled away in a box or in storage or very well hidden.
DingDingDing!
This self-imposed assignment was beginning to appear bleak indeed.
Too bad she doesn’t have a gopher.
Even if it were possible to contact the dead H.G. Wells and he did happen to actually have a working time machine… her research had hit a dead end.
Dead-dead.
Lois was beginning to feel like she had imagined the whole thing, created him out of her fantasies.
So, it’s actually a bad reaction to the noxious fumes of the city?
The teasing banter from a couple of days before seemed almost a distant memory.
“I need your help in the fields today. The physical exertion will get your mind off things.”
“Do you have any hobbies?”
Umm…necromancing.
“That sounds more like exercise. What do you do for fun?”
“Apply said martial art to gang bangers.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, what did he do?”
“Linda”?
“And does he love you?”
“I thought he did, but…” Lois said with a shrug. “I don’t know. It’s complicated.”
“So, what’s the problem? If you don’t mind me asking,” Martha probed.
The physical aspect of their relationship is just simply not working. They keep trying. But—zilch. It’s like she’s dating her brother’s ghost.
“I’m more like one of those weeds you can’t get rid of even if you pull it up by its roots.”
Clark’s mom sounded a lot like her, Lois thought.
Yeah. /points at Tempus/ He keeps trying but every time he stomps on her, she just kicks back.
Every man looked bland to her when compared to Clark and Superman.
/hands Lois salt/
Lois racked her brain trying to remember the name of the farmhand. She hadn’t thought it was Thomas.
Dito.
The man stopped in front of them and, despite her dirty attire and dust stained face, gave Lois the once over like a prized pig. Lovely.
“Walt’s dead,” Thomas said coldly.
Don’t remember him. But I’ll let it count. BC: 9 + ~100.
Martha ignored him as she stepped towards Lois again in an even more aggressive manner. “Who do you work for?”
Uh-oh.
“I’m just looking for answers, Martha,” she said, trying to keep her voice calm.
Good answer. :rolleyes:
