Clark had been awake a long time before the first glimmer of sunlight brought subtle changes to the hue of the window.
From his first moment of consciousness, thoughts of Lois had filled his mind. There was so much to think about - his parents, the farm, and Lois in Smallville; whether Scardino would come into his prison with the rods; the outcome of the meeting; and if the higher-up would decide that Lois had to leave.
If he did, what would she do?
Clark sat up and put her pillow behind his head as he leaned against the wall.
Tapping away in his brain was a possibility that he had repeatedly refused to contemplate.
It was unthinkable.
But from what he had gleaned about Lois Lane, there seemed to be every chance that *she* was thinking about it.
She knew about the implant.
That should have been enough to convince her that he could never leave this prison.
But it hadn't been - she had simply threatened to bulldoze the wall.
Despite the gravity of the situation, Clark felt himself smile.
If anyone ordered a bulldozer, it would be Lois.
Thanks!
Corrina.
