I'm struggling to say it right, after hanging off the edge of my seat, watching Clark standing in the dark road, deep in snow, on coming car, bad guys approaching...
Ok. Still struggling. You just moved us all over the place. The cold wait, the trees, dark and deep, and threatening, the uneasy atmosphere, Clark's worry, Lois's paranoia (not unfounded), and the continual turning up of the tension until bullets are flying!
And yet it flowed so whimsically (this is the part I'm having trouble bringing across). The thoughts and events unfolded so organically, I had no sense you were moving me along, but rather that stuff was just happening as it would. That is, until I finished and realized the whole thing was a darn near brilliant manipulation of this reader!
Eh...if I figure out how to say it better, I'll come back<g>.
And this, well, I just thought this was funny:
She scowled out into the darkness, just in case she was the object of speculative eyes, and then rolled her own as she realized what she was doing.
CC
Thank you! 
<--------- this is me after reading CC's comments.
But, I thank you for the compliment anyway. <g> Just don't tell the Muse I'm taking credit in her stead. 
