[ She'd already lost one world. The idea of losing another is circling her, refusing to be let in. Another place where memories were made, families found, and now, this. She nods along, amiably, opening her mouth to offer her help when Lois' question brings her up short. There's a questioning little tilt to her head, the gears stopping her from replying with the rote answer: yes, he's a friend, he's done some articles on me — ]
no subject
[ She'd said her name was Lois. ]
No way. Lois Lane?