Hi Barbara!
His tail flopped up and down a few times until the tired dog stopped moving altogether. Clark shook his head with an amused smile and knelt down next to the setter. He scratched his head. "I take it you're done for the day."
Awww, just like Lois after she's done chasing after Superman all day and then comes back home to Clark.
Clark had spent what was left of his days walking around the Southside, trying to find the hideout of the Toasters.
All he needs to do is listen for Lois’s heartbeat. He’ll learn…
Before Clark had a chance to come up with a solution to his dilemma, his ears picked up a familiar heartbeat. It was racing, accompanied by muffled panicked gasps.
See? Crime detector up and running.
What was she doing in the Southside so late at night?
Acting as bait.
His mind started to race as he realized what he'd just done, coming up with half-baked excuses.
Concussion. Yes, she got caught in the blast and got a concussion.
Recognition dawned on Lois' face. Down below, Houdini barked a warning that came much too late.
/Points at yet another great title choice/
A cry was ripped from his lungs and when the burst finally subsided, he limply fell from the sky. As Clark hit the ground, he knew no more.
Amnesia?
You really are letting us hang here all week until the next Illusion?
Michael
