The man she was on this little acid trip with hadn’t called himself Superman, ever. But the woman back at EPRAD had. The guy pretending to be Perry had. And the name, along with his likeness, was certainly plastered all over the building.
Hmm...you think he has another name, Lois? Very good observation.
“From Krypton to Smallville,” she heard herself say aloud. “Interesting.”
His hand dropped from hers. His eyes closed.
“Yeah,” she said. “Now I get it.”
Oh, good God. The cat is out of the bag.
“He was always confused,” volunteered an older woman. “But only because he loved you at first sight.”
“Oh... god,” Clark said.
“What?” said Lois, addressing the tourist.
“He loved you and wanted you to love him for his humble, farm boy self,” someone called.
Oh, God.
Minutes later, I'm still stuck on, oh God. System overload. System overload.
Abort, Retry, Fail?
JD
