He saw her and his heart nearly skipped a beat. He wanted to ask her so many questions, but instead he chose to do nothing more than stare at her for what must have felt like the longest time. He didn't mean to do as much, but it was more than difficult to pry his eyes away from her. He felt like he hadn't seen her in years.
"What are you talking about, Lois?" He asked, moving closer to the window. "It's me." As if to prove as much, he looked at her directly in the eyes. "I don't understand why I'm here. And you. Why are you here? This isn't Metropolis."