C.A. Sullivan, 2008-07-18
(Private Journal)
So I sent Jimmy an e-mail. A little risky, I know, but as I can only assume the government are the ones who dropped me off here, it’s not like my location is a big secret. And considering the boy just proposed, I had to at least let him know I was alive. (Though I didn’t say anything about the proposal in the message - should I have? Awkward to say the least. I’m guessing he won’t be too keen to marry me while I’m a suspected terrorist in exile, at any rate.) I asked him to tell Clark I was okay, though… I only hope Clark is. Leave that boy alone for a few months and who knows what he’ll get himself into! Jimmy, at least, can be trusted to keep himself out of trouble. Usually. Damn it, now I’m worrying about both of them - not to mention Lana and Lois. With any luck I’ll hear from Jimmy soon and it’ll be good news. I’d have mailed Clark too, only I don’t want to draw too much government attention to him if they are monitoring my communications. They already know Jimmy is associated with me.
This whole situation is driving me insane. I have to figure out how to convince the DDS that I’m not a terrorist, and I don’t have a clue how to do that without telling them anything about Clark. Then I have to find a way to get myself off Lex’s shit list - without selling my soul to the devil again, thanks. I don’t actually want my job back so long as it’s Lex holding the Planet’s reins, but what else is there? The Inquisitor, I guess. Shudder. I’ve been mocking that rag for too many years to get fired up at the idea of working there.
At least I’ve got an interesting spot to hang my hat while I figure things out. This Aternaville place seems like it’s almost as good as Smallville for attracting the impossible and bizarre. Just a few days here, and I've already met a girl from (she says) five hundred years in the future. And I swear I spotted a girl with purple skin, although by the time I made it down the block she'd vanished. My reporter’s nose is twitching like mad. Newspaper here’s called the Sentinel - I wonder if they’re hiring?
-- C.A. Sullivan, 2008-07-18
Aternaville, Ontario, Canada
So I sent Jimmy an e-mail. A little risky, I know, but as I can only assume the government are the ones who dropped me off here, it’s not like my location is a big secret. And considering the boy just proposed, I had to at least let him know I was alive. (Though I didn’t say anything about the proposal in the message - should I have? Awkward to say the least. I’m guessing he won’t be too keen to marry me while I’m a suspected terrorist in exile, at any rate.) I asked him to tell Clark I was okay, though… I only hope Clark is. Leave that boy alone for a few months and who knows what he’ll get himself into! Jimmy, at least, can be trusted to keep himself out of trouble. Usually. Damn it, now I’m worrying about both of them - not to mention Lana and Lois. With any luck I’ll hear from Jimmy soon and it’ll be good news. I’d have mailed Clark too, only I don’t want to draw too much government attention to him if they are monitoring my communications. They already know Jimmy is associated with me.
This whole situation is driving me insane. I have to figure out how to convince the DDS that I’m not a terrorist, and I don’t have a clue how to do that without telling them anything about Clark. Then I have to find a way to get myself off Lex’s shit list - without selling my soul to the devil again, thanks. I don’t actually want my job back so long as it’s Lex holding the Planet’s reins, but what else is there? The Inquisitor, I guess. Shudder. I’ve been mocking that rag for too many years to get fired up at the idea of working there.
At least I’ve got an interesting spot to hang my hat while I figure things out. This Aternaville place seems like it’s almost as good as Smallville for attracting the impossible and bizarre. Just a few days here, and I've already met a girl from (she says) five hundred years in the future. And I swear I spotted a girl with purple skin, although by the time I made it down the block she'd vanished. My reporter’s nose is twitching like mad. Newspaper here’s called the Sentinel - I wonder if they’re hiring?
-- C.A. Sullivan, 2008-07-18
Aternaville, Ontario, Canada