She rounded the statue and raised her light up—
And looked into her own face, in a grim suspension of fear.

Uh-oh...
Over Clark’s shoulder, she saw the sparse light from the flashlight she’d dropped moving impossibly upward, the space around her growing dimmer.
And that’s when she realized they were falling.

Will Superman be needed and will Clark have to reveal his secret after all? *runs to the next chapter*