You know, I had two ideas on where the title of this part would go and you went to neither of them.
Thanks for keeping me on my toes.
I was worried about Arthur. I'm glad that the thug didn't do anything to him. Or to Lois, of course.
When the manager (front desk clerk?) led Clark out of the dining room, in my mind I kept screaming, NO, don't separate! I wasn't sure if the manager was leading him to the fire (had no idea why he would do that) or what was going on.
Yea!
Tough Lois saves her own bacon!
hee-hee.
Hmmmmm. Bullet hole in closet of the boiler. That doesn't sound all that safe, now does it? Nope. I'm going to go with bad... really, really bad. Or fishy. As in Red Herring. One of the two.
But then, again, I'm a bit paranoid since believing that Lois will soon end up in 1960s musical theatre.
