Apparently the smaller brother of the earlier monster had managed to squeeze through the gate.
Yet it was being pushed backward by an even more familiar figure floating in the air over the street. He was pushing it back, and for all its massive power it wasn’t making any headway.
“Him,” the man beside her said grinning.
Kristin couldn’t stop staring. For once her unflappability as a New Yorker deserted her and she found herself looking up with her mouth open, as openly as any gawking tourist.
Slowly, her mouth twitched into a grin. For the first time this morning, Kristin felt a sense of elation. Everything was going to be all right.
The unflappability of the New Yorker is well known - even here on the other side of the big pond.
I love it, especially the `everything was going to be all right´! Superman is here, nothing can happen to us, great!
“There’s a Tyrannosaurus. I’m pushing it back through the gate.”
Dr. Ledderman spoke. “There’s no chance you could just stun or incapacitate it? It would be of enormous value to science.”
“I don’t think the Brooklyn Zoo has a Tyrannosaurus cage ready,” Clark’s voice said dryly. “This thing is twenty foot tall and it weighs seven tons. It’d eat the elephants.”
What about a deserted island? But dinosaurs wouldn´t live very long in our modern environment, simply because of bacteria they are not used to, chemicals in the air... And I don´t think anybody knows the specifications for a T-Rex cage...
“The local SWAT team is helping out with some of the smaller ones,” Clark’s voice said. “It looks like you’ll have your specimens, Doctor.”
Scientists of the world, take the next plane to New York!
“You don’t hear people screaming in their homes?” Lois asked. She winced; she wasn’t sure she wanted to know.
“Not much more than normal,” Clark’s voice said impatiently.
Would Clark hear them screaming if they are already on the other side of a rift? But most of the rifts seem to be at ground level, so it would be no problem on the second or third floor of a house.
She spoke into the microphone. “Clark, there are reports of flooding in New Orleans, and it hasn’t rained in a week.”
Dr. Ledderman paled. “Most of that area is below sea level, so a lot of the analogues…”
Animals might not pass over a certain spot for days, but below sea level there was nothing but water, water and more water.
Oh no, not poor New Orleans again!
Glancing back at them, he saw that none of them were moving. Instead they were staring up in the air.
He glanced upward, then felt himself gasp.
He’d dismissed the news reports as cruel pranks, and he’d dismissed his great uncle’s story as just another hallucination.
Yet floating above him with a thousand pound bag of sand under each arm was a figure in blue and white.
I love these scenes! But wait... blue and white? Did they make different Superman suits for him? I always loved the old one!
As he crawled back into the driver’s seat, he could hear something in the distance, even through the roar of the water.
It was coming from the left of him and also from the right.
As the bags began dropping rapidly, he realized what that sound meant. It was the sound of men cheering.
A moment later his voice and that of his crew were added to that sound as the last of twenty sandbags sealed off the portal.
“Say hi to Cyrus for me,” the man said from above him.
A moment later he was gone.
And again, Junior and Cyrus! Thank you, Shayne!
