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lois lane (cantspell) wrote in silverage,

Lois acknowledged the woman's statement with a nod. She was too busy biting into the makeshift sandwich she had made from the lifted food to do much else. A part of her knew that her aggravation may have been misdirected (and Clark would have said it certainly was), but she would stand by what she said. The words were true enough anyway.

A different waitress returned with her coffee, something that Lois immediately took a big gulp of, and then she flipped open one of the newspapers. It was a few days old but the headlines still immediately jumped out at her as out of the ordinary. If New York City hadn't been splashed all over the page, Lois would have thought she was back in Smallville. Something was going on and it made Lois question whether or not her arrival in 1964 was something other than just a freak accident.

She took another sip of her coffee before turning to the woman that had spoken earlier. She needed to get a better handle of what was going on. Even if meant producing more questions than actual answers. “Stuff like this happen a lot?” She held up the article detailing the snow storm. Apparently it had been a big one, the signs of which seemed to have all but disappeared.