[Jilly]
So, we need to have a few words re: tall, dark and psychopath out on the town. I figure you know the one I mean. Hint: he's not a vampire.
[Bruce]
Peace Patrol's wondering what the Bats are doing to find Two Face. Figured I'd take that one straight to the top.
While I'm at it... how good are you and yours at cracking codes?
[Private]
It's been ... what, a couple weeks now...? since Ella flashed in and out of our lives like some kind of falling star. I know, Lois Lane getting poetic, stop the presses. I'm not sure I've got the words capable of dealing with what it was like if I just stick to the bare facts though.
It's weird, really, how raising Luce made me feel so much like a mom already, that I never poured much effort into thinking about having kids of my own some day.
I'm still not sure how ready I was for that, but I'm not sure you can ever be ready.
Unless you're Smallville, that is. He took to it like a fish to water. Not just being a dad, but... being a dad to our daughter. It's not that I doubt how things will be with us in the future, but at the same time, there's a lot of unanswered questions, and family is definitely one of them. I'm not sure I even want those answers yet, but it was nice, just for a second, to believe everything could turn out okay, after all.
I miss her like mad already, and I barely even knew her. I don't know how that makes any sense at all.
Speaking of people I miss... it'd be great if I would stop driving the people who the castle isn't booting out on me away with that old fashioned Lane charm. I think it's partly losing Ella... partly this Riful thing that's got me second guessing myself, and maybe this whole vampire scare. Too much at once, and I've only got so many resources to allocate to man the front Lois lines here. Apparently, all my social graces got drafted, because I've definitely managed to piss off every other person I've talked to lately.
Maybe I'm just not the only one on edge. I don't know.
[/Filter]
Kara's gone. I looked back to see if anyone ever announced it, and if they did, I couldn't find it. [She sounds uncomfortable and, above all, tired.]
[York]
You keep a list of everyone's names on the doors, right?
[Trusted allies with information on Riful]
I want to know everything we've got on her. I want to understand how that thing thinks, and ... [ stops herself, then says grimly:] well, I was gonna say what it eats for breakfast, but I guess we all know that one already.
[Peter]
Looks like I screwed things up with Claire. Go me.
[With that, Lois will be in the library, to no one's surprise, pouring over
this.]