“It did,” replied Lois. “She just sorta came to terms with where her life was and she changed back.” She could, of course, understand the appeal of being Lois Lane. She certainly enjoyed it. But there was a part of Lois that would never really understand what Chloe had been thinking when she suddenly wished to have a different life. Lois may have had the career, but Chloe had the intelligence and the husband that loved her and that close bond with Clark. Her life was pretty good the way Lois saw it. Well, except for the whole giant rock she had for a stalker. But that came later.
Watching people get hit by large, heavy balls sounded about as exciting as a monster truck rally. Almost. She didn't think anything could ever match the thrill of watching two large trucks pound into each other. “Sounds like . . .” Lois suddenly raised her hand and waved. The security guard had finally headed back into the room and it was back to business. “Sounds like my kinda game. If you'll excuse me.”
She took a few steps and then paused, pulling a business card from her pocket. It had the Daily Planet logo on it, but her work number had been scratched off and replaced with her contact information for the Welcome Center. She doubled back and handed her the card. “Just in case you hear anything.” Lois could use all the help she could get, after all. Even if it meant handing her information off to random people that probably wouldn't want it.