Hi Mary,
Well…well…well…somebody’s been to the F…udge Castle
It does track with the imaging though
Clark smiled and shook his head as he reached into one of the boxes beside her. “If anything, Honey, I thought you'd be more disbelieving of the part about H.G. Wells.”
I’m not 100% sure if it was here or right from the get go, that I realized we’re talking about non-fake soldiers based on the picture and Lois’s exclamation.
watching the light in the old man's eyes brighten as he re-told the story so vividly that Clark could practically hear the roar of airplanes...
That’s just the crop-duster 12-y/o Clark is hearing over at the Ross-farm. Other side of town or not, it still sounds like his mother’s sewing machine.
“Can you honestly imagine someone with a secret like yours willingly walking into a building full of reporters?
Or joining the military?
Packing peanuts flew every which way. “And her! Can you picture me in *any* universe as a dainty, high-heeled civilian who spends all day writing about which politician was caught in bed with which celebrity?
/marks checkboxes at ‘dainty’, ‘high-heeled’, ‘civilian’/
LOIS: *Dainty*?
Well, she does require a lot of rescuing and she is quite easy to carry to safety after. Not so easy to carry to safety *before* the getting-caught through. Will hiss and scratch when getting pulled off a fire escape by an overprotective super hero.
...And then they heard a sharp pounding on the door. “Major Kent? Major Lane?”
Ever since J.A.G.: Aren’t there rules against giving husband and wife joint assignments?
Clark sighed, recognizing the voice. “Just a minute, Captain!”
“Do you think they have one of *him*, too?” Lois muttered.
James Olsen made it to Captain already?
So many questions. So many possibilities. So many…strings jittering about!
Michael
