Herb Wells raised his hand to knock on Clark’s door.
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TEMUS: :rolleyes:
Before he could, a behemoth with a mess of blond hair under a red cap wearing a black leather jacket opened the door from the inside, jingling the most obnoxious Superman key ring Herb had ever seen.
Oooh! Flashback to umm…part before last?
The man grinned, took Wells’s hand into his, and vigorously shook it.
So, HG’s not the most observant one, is he?
HG: You miss *one* psychotic hitchhiker and you’re branded for life.
TEMPUS: /puts away smoldering brand iron/
Things had certainly taken a turn for the worse over the last three months. In his entire life, Herb doubted he had ever seen a Clark Kent who had come unhinged in so short a time. Delivering pizzas? Cohabitating with young Mr. Olsen? Dyeing his hair. Herb’s brow furrowed in puzzlement.
Maybe Mr Kent and young Mr. Olsen share more than an apartment? Dying the hair. Riding motorcycles. It all screams midlife crisis.
Oh, dear. Had Clark lost his powers? Was that how he was able to dye his hair?
Maybe this Lois scared him blond?
Herb had felt so guilty about what he had discovered regarding the Miss Lane from this Clark’s home universe. Certainly, her circumstances prior to her death had been dire; there was no doubt about that in Herb’s mind.
She hadn’t followed quite the same path as the Lois from Herb’s home universe, or even this universe’s Miss Lane, but he had witnessed good in her.
You’re evil!
but Herb found it difficult to take the word of a person who turned his wife into a rat merely because Herb had accidentally tripped and fallen against her.
Maybe the Lady Score had many a man fall accidentally on her in her bedchamber.
If that Clark, or Padre Carlos as he was known, had ownership of this universe’s Clark-soul, it was possible – although, not one hundred percent certain – that the curse was tied to his and this Miss Lane’s souls.
See! See!
Then again, how different were the souls of this universe’s Clark
Well…apparently, the versions from the Alt dimension are all rotten and dark and full of unfulfilled sexual debauchery, so…
WRONG CLARK: /eyes Luthor/ …not so much?
Instead of speculating on what had happened to his friend, or worse trying to fix it, Herb decided to wait for Clark to tell Herb himself what had happened.
