There'd been a time when flying meant something else entirely. Freedom.
He used to know exactly how fast he was moving. How high. Which direction. Now, he had only his instincts and the occasional shift in pressure to go by—and it wasn't enough. Not for someone who used to be the flight path.
That must be so hard for him!
He just couldn't decide if Lois was one of them—or the reason he'd come at all.
Well, of course she's the reason he's here.....right? right???
