Hi Virginia,
Lana had always cared about one person and one person only: Lana Lang.
In every dimension!
Why had he been friends with Walt again?
Good question!
Max Harris jumped out the car and aimed his gun at Clark. “You, there, with the glasses. Hands up!”
What?
Sheriff Harris raised a brow at Trask, and sighed. “Wanted for murder? Shooting one of my constituents? I’m afraid I’m going to have to take you in for questioning, sir. I’m sure it’s some great big misunderstanding that we’ll clear up in no time.” He opened a pouch on his holster, and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
Handcuffs? For Trask? Or for Clark?
He tapped his handcuffs against his palm. “You’re under arrest for the assault of Colonel Trask there. I saw you punching him when I pulled up. Plus, you had wrapped him in that metal bar.”
For Clark! With a sheriff like Max, it's not very surprising.
“He’s not Clark Kent!” roared Trask, slamming his fist into the sheriff’s nose and grabbing the sheriff’s pistol from his holster. “He’s Superman!”
“Lois!” Clark screamed, pushing her to the ground. “Get down!”
Trask’s gun exploded once and then twice.
You're EVIL! You CANNOT stop here!
