Ah a most excellent chapter. I was a little confused about a third of the way through. I wasn't sure who was doing the thinking. If that makes any sense.
She glanced over at the door, making sure all six of her locks were bolted firmly.
They would hold long enough for her to get to the phone, if need arose.
I've been looking at those locks too. I hope noone dares to tamper with them.
Their first night back was not a peaceful night. Between both of their numerous nightmares, Lois doubted that either of them rested very much at all, so they ended up sleeping until late in the morning the next day. Clark woke up the last time screaming, disoriented and terrified. He hadn’t recognized where he was, and upon the first panicked glance around the room he hadn’t seen Lois.
I'm glad to see his tormet expressed. I don't want him bottling it up or having some sort of superhuman ability to bottle stuff up. It makes the previous terror really real and really horrible. More angst
. Wow, how will he deal? What will Lois say to him. I can't imagine being a torture victim. I know some of my relatives who went through WWII and went through torture never spoke about it when they were older, despite having obvious scars (like no finger nails). I can't imagine having to live through such pain or having a constant knowledge that such torture could occur (learning that it could happen by his father).
I'm sorry, but I have to go.
Cheers!
