“Mr. Kent! Mr. Kent, are you alive?”
A voice that sounded suspiciously like Jimmy Olsen’s swam into Clark’s dreams. A second later, the reporter felt something cold and wet splashing against his face. Spluttering, Clark opened his eyes, and jerked upright. Water droplets rolled down his cheeks and neck, trickling beneath his collar.
“Oh, Mr. Kent,
(
Read more... )