I stood there this morning. Nearly two years had passed since I first laid my eyes on the ink representation of it.
So, he did escape and make his way to the Daily Planet?
It made me late but gave me confidence.
And apparently, he got enough memory back to apply for a job?
HR Stooge: Janitors don’t need that much memory.
Maybe if I had not lost that amount time after the meteor that left me adrift for so long
Looki there!
After deftly escaping the mental institute outside Moscow,
Ah, Red Russia, since they were still back in mid 91.
I can’t point out when it happened, but somewhere there in the dirt, death, and destruction it came back; who am, Clark Kent.
He unearthed it, huh?
After so long, I could finally put a name to myself and where I’m from.
The Kents must be beside themselves!
Maybe he even had a crazy idea about an alien ship blowing it up or something.
IMPERIAL SOLDIER IN THE MIDDLE: Sorry, sir. I sneezed and must have hit the wrong button.
Maybe Ms. Lane has left the door open for me to impress Mr. White with a real Daily Planet quality story.
LOIS: Oops?
Nice alternate take. And it might even work with the canon universe. Who knows how many asteroids are out there. I mean, in 1998 we got almost wiped out *twice*!
Michael